The Guardian of the Small
James Whitfield had been alone for two hundred years. Not the kind of alone that a man experiences when he sleeps in a single bed or dines by himself at a tavern. This was a different order of solitude, one that operated on a timescale so vast it rendered the concept of loneliness meaningless. James was alone because he was the only living human being who had ever known the sun as it truly...
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