*Castor*

I unhasten my pace as I near the water that mirrors the moonlight. It produces the type of tapestry that elicited romantic preludes, but nothing about me being here today will allow me to benefit from the beauty. Me and my brother have used this location frequently for our clandestine meetings, when one or the other of us have news or information to share. So the letter didn't need to tell me where to go.

I knew where my brother was waiting.

“Dimos ?” It isn't a yell, but it holds up like one, over the grass toward the shoreline where the water laps with the incoming tide.

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