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In films the Vikings would send their dead out on boats, on water just like this. They'd send out flaming arrows and up in smoke the dead would go, their souls free from suffering at last.
Stephen had always rather liked the idea.
What he didn't understand was why he'd let Cutter convince him that going on this expedition, with scenery like this, would fix everything.
It wouldn't take much to send himself over that edge.
But he'd made himself live for Cutter before, he could certainly do it again.
He turned away from the waterfall, and didn't look back.