“Do you wish to hear a story?” Eryx asked, breaking the silence. He hadn’t told me one in so long, and I missed them. “Yes,” I said, leaning against his shoulder and staring at the sun sinking below the mountain. A pause followed as he pressed his face into my hair. Then, he pulled away and rested his cheek against the top of my head. “There once was a boy who questioned all things,” he started, putting his arm around me. “Our purpose for being in this life and why the sky was blue. The question he asked most, though, was what formed the stars. ‘Are they gods?’ he’d ask as he lay in the meadow
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