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[ushouldcwhatic]

The weather was nice. Slight chill, and a lovely breeze blowing over the lake, creating gentle ripples along the surface. John was casually strolling along. Reflecting on recent events back home, where a young minister named Franklin made a grievous error against a woman. And for forgiveness decided to reform his life with a new name, Gene Purdy.

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[treading_dawn]

The voice, when it comes, is warm and deep and softly rumbling.

"Hello, son of Adam. What do you here?"

[ushouldcwhatic]

John paused at the sight of the lion, slightly tense. At least until the being spoke. The voice was reassuring somehow actually.

"Just going for a walk. It's almost like parts of Maine out here."

[treading_dawn]

"It is a simple enough matter to see home anywhere, should you choose to look."

There is nothing of rebuke in his voice, or in his manner.

"Even here at the end of all things."

[ushouldcwhatic]

"Well, been reassuring in the past when the door stopped working. Luckily hasn't been like that since I've been able to come back here."