"He didn’t need to bond with Sycamore to grieve him for the rest of his days. Sycamore was already woven so deeply within his heart that there was no tearing him out. He would think of these months in the steppe as the brightest, warmest time of his life, even years from now when he was old and his memory was fading. He would never leave Sycamore behind."
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— Sep 19, 2023 01:49PM
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