I. A Door Kept Open
There are those who insist the Beast learned the names of the seasons beside Seyra's door.
When the bells called her to the village, it waited beneath the trees. When her work was finished, she returned with lamp-oil and broken watches.
They were never parted. No. I cannot write that. Even those who love cannot promise an unbroken road.
Better: they continued to meet, each free to leave and each free to return.
A western-road baker told me there was a second path. The baker knew the path, not what passed upon it.Did they grow old together? The tellers cannot agree. I would not close a door the story itself left open.
T. Kest (?)