“I believe I will be forgotten,” Kallias said. The melancholy notes lacing his tone filled my own chest with sadness. He had that effect on those around him, able to spread woe with a single spoken word. “My story will end, and with the closing of the book, my life will become nothing but a memory that fades more and more as the days pass. I’ll be like the smoke rising from those flames; here one moment and gone the next.”
