Poor old Mont.
He's in a boat that has no sail, cast adrift on a windless sea carried along on a current of fear bound for nowhere he wants to be.
He doesn't remember growing old he remembers being young. In a land that always seemed to be a summer's afternoon.
He's escaped into the darkness with a smile touched with sadness. He has not always been THIS man,
he used to be another man.....................
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