She was lost in her thoughts, she stared blankly at the fire. Like so many times before she searched her mind, for a fragment of a clue to where Niamh had gone. She left after she had told her the truth about their past. But what had she said, and what was the reason for her leaving?
Mylasia lay back in the comfy chair, the stranger beside her was still silent and behind her she could hear the loud hum of daily Inn life. As she took another drink fron the cup in her lap a maiden approched the man who sat beside her. Mylasia smiled at her and she did so back. Then the maiden started to talk to the man.
"Do I know you?" She said. "I do not mean to be intrusive, but you look very familliar to me."
He made no answer, Mylasia waited to see what he said.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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