[The Piemaker sits back in his chair, arms crossed tight across his chest. He breathes in and out, slow and steady to slow his racing heart. Dead mothers, dead fathers, children responsible for the loss and the grief and he can't put into words how the shared misery is making him want to crawl into a trunk again and never come out..
Digby, the dog, takes charge. He barks once, a great big woof to break the spell cast over the Piemaker, who opens his eyes again.
He's here. He's in a kitchen on the Barge. These aren't his memories.]
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Digby, the dog, takes charge. He barks once, a great big woof to break the spell cast over the Piemaker, who opens his eyes again.
He's here. He's in a kitchen on the Barge. These aren't his memories.]