"Then Torchline will be a better place for you in the long run than King's End, hmm? Given that it snows and all there." While the rolling hills were not as cold, nor the snow as deep as the frozen land Noah lived in, it still experienced the touch of each season. Torchline seemed a better place for one such as herself, an Ancient, to live. Even without all of the dramatics (that Noah knew nothing about, even if he suspected something with Sunjata and her because of her history as an ascended), it seemed a better decision.
"I couldn't live without the snow." Noah said as he took the last few steps ahead of him on the bridge. It swayed slightly faster as he increased his speed, the respite of solid ground just meters away for him to grasp for himself.
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the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
