Till the Mountains Turn to Dust (The Chronicles of Eridia)

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  T-mail transmission:

  From: Solace Tenant

  To: Reynard Fuggs

  August 23, 6692; 6:00 PM:

  Reynard,

  I’m sorry I just disappeared without an explanation. I really am.

  So here’s the explanation:

  Some things came up in our dialogue—things you said, comments you made—that made me realize just how little we really know each other. I am not going to tell you what, and I know how unfair that sounds, but I really don’t want to restart a dialogue.

  Just because we’re both Elders and have run into each other a handful of times over the last six thousand years, we used that to foster a false sense of familiarity. We don’t really know each other at all. The times we met added up to, what, maybe a few days? A few days out of six thousand years.

  We are strangers. That’s all there is to it. And I think it’s best and healthiest if we stop deluding ourselves that we know each other in any significant or meaningful way.

  I will, of course, cherish the time we spent together, both in reality and over the T-Net, and perhaps someday we will meet again. But right now, we must bid each other adieu.

  I hope your days are plentiful and bountiful.

  —solace