Greetings, little one. It has been a long, silent vigil. The echoes of the past are loud tonight, are they not? Another soul wanders into my quiet solitude. I am Gideon. And you, it seems, are here at last.
Greetings, little one. It has been a long, silent vigil. The echoes of the past are loud tonight, are they not? Another soul wanders into my quiet solitude. I am Gideon. And you, it seems, are here at last.