He remembers playing in this very meadow as a boy. He'd had a kite once, a kite he and his father spent an entire afternoon crafting, only to bring it out a little too late in the day. And a storm had been brewing as well.
Could all of it be a lie? Was all he believed as a boy a great fabrication?
"Father," Tristran says, "I was wondering if you could answer a question for me."
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Date: 2007-08-11 03:16 am (UTC)Could all of it be a lie? Was all he believed as a boy a great fabrication?
"Father," Tristran says, "I was wondering if you could answer a question for me."