Wycan – Chapter 20 pt ii

“ ’Tis my own first knife that I got when I had learned to throw. I long outgrew its heft … may it serve you well. . . .
Wycan slid the knife back in its sheath.
If you find your father, remember me.
For long, Wycan sat staring out into the dark, almost until morning.

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