estramor:we talked long into the night, sometimes, on those lonely evenings when i couldn’t le
estramor:we talked long into the night, sometimes, on those lonely evenings when i couldn’t leave the manor and dreams were the only escape. he is frightening, and much of him is unknowable, but the bitter boy in his eyes is one i recognize. i see him on the streets and in the faces of the servants, in places where there is no dark magic—only people. as long as men like my father exist, there will be reason for the Outsider, and as long as there is reason for him, there is for me, too. the Abbey is wrong. what motivates him is not so mysterious is at all. -- source link
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