Chapter 40
Some hours later, Gazel could be seen packing.
Clothes. Foodstuffs. Small necessities. Then more. And more.
By the time he was done, the Trystan Manor no longer felt like a place where a family once lived. It looked empty. Abandoned. Like something the world had already moved on from.
Gazel stood in the middle of it all, staring at the rows of baggage, and smiled faintly.
He had spent several years living alone in the Trystan Manor after his family's death. Yet not once had he ever felt completely lonely. Not truly. And that was because their belongings were still here.
His mother's guqin.
His sister's most beautiful dress.
Jarren's fishing rod.
Those items, along with countless small keepsakes, had made it feel like they were still with him. Not physically. But somewhere close. Watching. Breathing in the same silence.
