I remember how we met, smiling in greeting, then stayed up talking strategy, as you personally offered your advice.
You were unmatched in both letters and arms. Your achievements were so extraordinary that they became your crime.
Your eyes blazed with righteous fury, your blood ran hot, and your face still seems so vivid to me.
Alone, in unbearable grief, I hold a private memorial for you. Deep in the night, I weep until I can no longer make a sound.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
