Chapter 1: Succession A low hill scratched violently by the storm. Soren’s house stood there — precarious and shabby, as if it might collapse at any moment. Climbing the hill, Soren wiped the rain from his eyes. ”Damn weather.” “I’m home.” When he opened the cabin door, what greeted him wasn’t a voice but the musty smel...
Chapter 1: Succession A low hill scratched violently by the storm. Soren’s house stood there — precarious and shabby, as if it might collapse at any moment. Climbing the hill, Soren wiped the rain from his eyes. ”Damn weather.” “I’m home.” When he opened the cabin door, what greeted him wasn’t a voice but the musty smell of dust and a wave of cold. It was a familiar occurrence. Soren shut the door indifferently and tossed a few potatoes into a pot. Before long, he heard ragged, wheezing breaths from the back room. “Soren… is that you?” “Yes, Father.” “Come here, Soren.” A voice as thin as a thread, as if it might break at any moment. Leaving the pot behind, Soren walked toward the voice. Moments later, a flame flickered to life atop an oil candle. On a bed crudely made from straw and hay l
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