They deserved peace. Deserved more than I could give. But none of us gets what we deserve, good or ill. Such has been my blessing—and their curse. I have been to Thessa recently. The buildings are still there. Those prefabricated structures—wrought of plastic and alumglass—were made to out-sit the centuries. They have not been moved. Wandering there, I was a lonely ghost, recalling the echoes of whoops and laughter, of cries and song. But they are gone now. They are gone.
