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Four decades. Seemingly, nothing had changed. The green in the woods, the silver in the rivers, the blue in the sky; the only hues of green, blue and silver that couldn’t be found anywhere else. He rode on, amazed.
The house hadn’t changed either. There, it hurt. It wasn’t his anymore. It had never been his in the first place. He entered, overwhelmed.
The people hadn’t changed. His delicate features looked haggard compared to them. His views and desires too tainted. After two days he found himself thinking of finding a way back to Rhíminee. He fled, Nightrunner at heart.