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Asher has always been told he had a talent for recording, telling, keeping. He was a storyteller born. Yet there was a quiet voice in the back of his mind, a thought that would never leave him alone: “You’re still not good enough, your stories are shallow and inconsequential. You will never get to the truth and you will never leave a mark on Cloudbank”.
But in those moments, as if by magic, Grant would come up behind him, bend down and whisper softly in his ear: “This passage looks brilliant, darling” And, somehow, it was enough to let go.