I never knew my father. ( this is the truth. baghra had always danced around the issue, relegating the man to little more than a means to an end; perhaps this had been true, in a way. there were no others like them and what was the life of one man in comparison to the aeons that spread out before his son?
still, it would be a lie to say he hadn't wondered. hadn't yearned to know more. )
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still, it would be a lie to say he hadn't wondered. hadn't yearned to know more. )
And you've met my mother, I believe.