When Avarit stole the stars, the people shrugged.
“We’ve still got the moon,” they said.
But Vagus worried. What if the moon was next? Or the sun?
“I know where Avarit lives,” Vagus said, for he’d seen it in a dream. A forest, a tower, and the stars in a jar on a window ledge.
The people laughed, but Vagus knew that Avarit had taken things before: like nobkins and gillyfish. And Avarit would never stop until he had it all.
That night, Vagus stared up at the bottomless black and knew: any journey worth taking was worth taking alone.
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