[He wishes he could say the same of his own dad. Not because Wess wasn't gentle, because he certainly wasn't, but the idea of learning old stories of his home was so odd. Before Leder had pointed out that Tazmily had no legends or tales of what happened fifty, a hundred, five hundred years ago, Duster hadn't thought much of that empty space.]
Like what kinds of stories? [Histories that weren't erased.]
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Like what kinds of stories? [Histories that weren't erased.]