Together

We crept along the hoary ridge, boots breaking the blades of green-grey glass under our feet. We did not look down, but ahead, toward our prize.

Home.

A veritable feast awaited us, ready to assail our senses. We knew it, even if the halls were cold, even if the floors were thick with dust that bore no footprints save those of mice. Even if there was nothing, it would be everything, for we would be together again — we three.

Together, and home.

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