the unreliable narrator

[Ahren de le Poer]

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indent Spider-webs of fate bound everyone together, like some Greek tragedy. Incest, turmoil, murder and death; things they had been raised around, things in their blood. Ahren sat quietly, his fur fluttering in the soft breeze. What could he say? He didn’t know what he knew, only what he felt. Even that was fickle and as unpredictable as the ocean or a summer storm. “I don’t,” he said again, firmly. Putting his hand to his forehead, he shut his eyes and exhaled heavily.
indent “He was with Salvaged,” Ahren finally said, his eyes still shut. He didn’t want Laruku to see his eyes.

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