The swamp knew how to keep secrets. It knew how to preserve that which people would rather leave to rot. It reshaped the hat and smoothed out the shirt. It gathered the broken glass from the lantern. It pulled the sweater up from the depths and buoyed the masks to the surface.
He needs us. He will always need us. We need to be ready. The voice sounded strangely small without him there to hear it.
We are ready, came the reply, a chorus of voices big and small, bright and dark. We will always be ready.
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The Wind Between the Stars
FanfictionBray Wyatt reflects on who he's been, who he is, and who he needs to be.
