“Tell me the story again, Father,” he said as his face lit up like the sun. “The story of Uncle Axios and Eryx.” “Ah, where to begin?” I sat on the grass and motioned for him to do the same. He plopped down beside me and waited quietly—but not patiently—for me to continue. “It is difficult to put into words the way they altered the course of my life. Eryx with his keen mind, and Axios with his kind heart. They each had what the other lacked, and together, they were whole. Their friendship made me a better man.” My gaze dropped to their shared grave, and I placed a hand upon the earth, closing
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