Diary: Page Twenty-three

“The taint suits you.”

I don’t think it does. I’m not certain it ever did, though I suppose to be where I am now, I must have had an affinity for it.

But, there isn't a choice anymore. I can take Felcloth, wash it in the clear waters of the Moonwell, banish the taint to lift it pure and clean before her seething eyes, but I cannot do the same for myself.

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Fire Festival

Koani takes out a decorated box, and opens it.

These things are symbols, of the person I was.

So much has changed, but I, like too many of us, am still caught up in what I was, what I have lost. I’m in stasis, and remaining like that, it is barely existing.

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