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his early life.
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kingsley relish iii
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
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his childhood in blandenberg.
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<em>Bedridden and weak, but heart-wrenchingly precious, a sickly boy of nine lies on a bed of straw. An elderly woman looks fondly upon him and combs his red hair. He sweats, feverish, his head twisting. She pats his forehead with a damp cloth.</em>
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grandmother
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“There, there. Don’t strain yourself, dearest. Would you like another story?”
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child
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(straining nonetheless)
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“Yes, meemaw. Please...”
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<em>The woman thinks for a moment. Some have accused her of doting on this feeble child, but he was her only grandson. She loved to tell tales and the boy had been confined to bed for years now.</em>
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grandmother
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“You’ve heard them all so many times you know them better than I, child. Knights and dragons, tournaments and weddings, alliances and betrayals. I’m afraid I have nothing new to tell you.”
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IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
child
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“How about … ''our'' story, meemaw.”
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[[PCs:Kingsley_Relish_III]]

Latest revision as of 08:41, 4 January 2017

kingsley relish iii

his childhood in blandenberg.

Bedridden and weak, but heart-wrenchingly precious, a sickly boy of nine lies on a bed of straw. An elderly woman looks fondly upon him and combs his red hair. He sweats, feverish, his head twisting. She pats his forehead with a damp cloth.

grandmother

“There, there. Don’t strain yourself, dearest. Would you like another story?”

child

(straining nonetheless)

“Yes, meemaw. Please...”

The woman thinks for a moment. Some have accused her of doting on this feeble child, but he was her only grandson. She loved to tell tales and the boy had been confined to bed for years now.

grandmother

“You’ve heard them all so many times you know them better than I, child. Knights and dragons, tournaments and weddings, alliances and betrayals. I’m afraid I have nothing new to tell you.”

child

“How about … our story, meemaw.”

PCs:Kingsley_Relish_III

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