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indent It had not been surprising for Ahren to find Laruku in the forest. They shared this land and thus were expected to run into each other from time to time. What was unique was the way they communicated. Once the initial issue was addressed (in this case, Rachias and her departure), they reverted to a combination of useless philosophy and silences. This was safe. As long as they didn’t bring up that one thing, that thing they had done, things would be all right. Repression, quiet and dark, that was how things had to go. Push it down, down, and further down still.
indent At some point they had returned to the shack that Ahren was planning to dismantle as soon as spring turned. For a while longer they remained there, talking of idle things while Ahren smoked and stared into the fire. Eventually, at some point Ahren did not recall, he drifted off into a light daze. From there, he was dragged down, down, and further down still into a place not unlike the unknown country.
indent At some point they had returned to the shack that Ahren was planning to dismantle as soon as spring turned. For a while longer they remained there, talking of idle things while Ahren smoked and stared into the fire. Eventually, at some point Ahren did not recall, he drifted off into a light daze. From there, he was dragged down, down, and further down still into a place not unlike the unknown country.