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The way it should have been

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“Your father was a Shaman.”

Tiuri stared at his mother, imploring her to continue. This was the first time she talked about his birth father without any prompting.


She held up a green talisman, letting the fire’s glow shine on it. 

“This was his. He wore it everyday. It might help you with the voices.”


Tiuri reached out his small 6 year old hands, letting his mother drop the talisman into them.