The two siblings sat close together, holding the gasping book between them. The familiar scent of their father lingered on the fleshbound pages as they read. The book was made from his skin, bound by his suffering, and within it his trapped soul breathed in shallow, broken gasps.
His life was recorded in detail, each page heavier than the last. The two siblings held back their tears as they turned the pages, their fingers trembling, their shoulders growing stiff with every line.
Until they reached the final passage.
"Ilyth the Insightful was blinded by his own intellect, the folly of a man who gazed too long at the sun. His wishes may have come from a place of well meaning intent, but his actions sowed devastation…"
Lyn and Sithara continued reading until they reached the final quote.
"I failed to create it for my children."
