A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "Mistress to these footprints,Lover to the wake of whereHe has just passed,for the path he wandersis between us all.The sweet taste of lossfeeds every mountain stream,Failing ice down to seaswarm as bloodthreading thin our dreams.For where he leads herhas lost its bones,And the trail he walksis flesh without lifeand the sea remembers nothing." ―Lay of the Ancient HoldsFisher kel Tath
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