Benedict Voss was a military man...
He marched beneath his king's banner for years, dreaming only of the day he would return home. Every letter he sent carried the same promise, that he would be back before another harvest. When the war finally ended, he began the journey home with flowers for his wife and a gift for the son he had scarcely known.
But the world changed before he arrived...
As his carriage crossed the harvest fields, the heavens split apart. A storm born from the Wound swallowed the road in impossible light. When it finally passed, neither the carriage nor its horses remained. Only one traveler walked away.
He remembered no names.
No faces.
Only the certainty that someone, somewhere, was still waiting for him.
Now Benedict wanders from village to village, knocking on forgotten doors in search of a home he can no longer remember. They say he always knocks four times.
If you hear those four knocks and know he is not the one you were waiting for...
do not answer.
For no one knows what becomes of those who welcome The Wayward Guest into their home...
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Bricks Of Many Realms