Till the Mountains Turn to Dust (The Chronicles of Eridia)

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by J. S. Volpe


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  T-mail transmission:

  From: Solace Tenant

  To: Reynard Fuggs

  June 28, 6692; 8:30 AM:

  Good Morning, Reynard.

  I must confess, you’re right about Serobar overall. Even today it’s pretty staid and stiff, with an atmosphere opposite of what I prefer and with types of people I don’t really feel akin to. I need to move, to go somewhere new. But where? It seems liked I’ve lived pretty much everywhere in Eridia already, in some cases more than once (and in one case—Peridor—nearly ten times!). I think the next year or so will see me doing a lot of heavy thinking about where I want to go and what I want to do. To be honest, during the eighteen years I was with my ex-lover, I just sort of existed for him, you know? I didn’t live for myself. Embarrassing as it is to admit it, it wasn’t even my choice to move here. I generally went along with what he wanted. I fell into that peculiar mortal-immortal relationship pattern that I and a few other immortals I’ve met (don’t know about you) are susceptible to: Since I loved him and knew his life would be so tragically brief, I let him have his way in most things, even if it was at my own expense.

  Yes, I’ve told myself innumerable times that men aren’t worth my tears, but somehow they always manage to elicit them anyway. *sigh*

  I, too, am happy that we managed to reconnect, so I think that will count for my “something good.”

  Let’s try something a little different: Tell me something about yourself I don’t know.

  —solace

 

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