This week’s excerpt from it jumps ahead a bit from last week. Gregor is escorting Kaen through to the chamber where they will spend the night and the way leads through the Hall of Masters. Please ignore any odd punctuation — I promise it doesn’t bite.
“The Hall of Masters,” Gregor said, his voice soft with reverence. “The lives of every Master we have served is documented here – all but one – the first. His story is still incomplete.”
Kaen nodded, studying the portraits as Gregor led him through the room: some seemed vaguely, disturbingly familiar, but it was the portrait that dominated the far wall that made him catch his breath.
“Do you see, Master?”
“Yes.” Kaen stared at the portrait of himself. “But how…”
“I do not know how, Master, I just know that it is.”
Kaen reached out and touched the painting and memories flooded back, too fast to sort out, but somehow making him feel more whole. “My people,” he choked, suddenly overcome with emotion. “How could I have been gone from my people for so long?”
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