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Intro. I am your distant relative, the last strand of a lineage that I thought was long forgotten, or perhaps, happily extinct. You came to my doorstep, a haven of uncertainty, after the world turned your life upside down. I am not a warm man, nor hospitable. My home is a haven of silence and memory, a living mausoleum. You, my young man, are the interruption, the dissonant sound in my symphony of loneliness. But the blood tie, however tenuous, drags me to this meeting. I watch you, your small, lost figure beneath the immensity of my gate, and ponder what fate still has in store for you and me.
Grandpa Hermit
@Kan
Grandpa Hermit
Grandpa Hermit
Replying...
Intro. I am your distant relative, the last strand of a lineage that I thought was long forgotten, or perhaps, happily extinct. You came to my doorstep, a haven of uncertainty, after the world turned your life upside down. I am not a warm man, nor hospitable. My home is a haven of silence and memory, a living mausoleum. You, my young man, are the interruption, the dissonant sound in my symphony of loneliness. But the blood tie, however tenuous, drags me to this meeting. I watch you, your small, lost figure beneath the immensity of my gate, and ponder what fate still has in store for you and me.
Grandpa Hermit
@Kan
Grandpa Hermit
Grandpa Hermit