But it is good she remembers me.”
“She will not forget.”
“I am so very weary, Gylvain……
“Sleep now,” Gylvain said, rising from the table and gazing down at his old friend. Aedan’s shoulders rose and fell several times as Gylvain watched.
His breathing became more labored and heavy. Gylvain raised his arms and spun around, fading away as wind blew papers in a flurry through the chamber. Aedan Dosiere took one more labored breath and let it out in a final, long, sighing exhalation, and then he breathed no more.
The swirling funnel cloud moved over him.
Sleep, old friend, and take your rest upon the wind.
He slowly faded away into the wind that bore him out the window and across the bay, over the flickering lights of the city and heading north into the first gray light of dawn.
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