Tristan's Thoughts

He pulled the crumpled address out from his pocket and studied the directions given. It sounded simple enough. The worst part would probably be communication, seeing how names weren’t given out. The guy had been a recommendation. People spoke of him, but knew little. When you started dealing with secretive tough guys, you knew you were in the wrong.

He drew a breath and took to the road, letting his thoughts run a marathon.

Tristan knew what he was doing probably wasn’t the most sensible way to go about it. At the same time, he couldn’t stop. He’d unwillingly accepted the challenge to himself and it was going to be rough. He couldn’t put a time frame on it. It could be a day, it could be a year, but he had no plans, and no guarantee of the meaning behind it all.

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