The (is)Land of the Free
With the local Maia’s help, he hadn’t felt overly burdened by his Master since coming here, but it was always a lingering pressure, a weight on his shoulders, a shadow in his mind. As he sorted books that day, though, cloistered as ever in ‘his’ library, he stood taller than usual, expression softer than it had been. It was not something he noticed all at once, or even fully, but his steps were lighter and swifter as he moved throughout the library. The weight was gone.
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