Close my eyes and pray they never open again

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Tempo couldn't stay in that den, not right now. Not now that his mother wasn't there. But he'd also been told not to wander too far. So the boy sat at the edge of the river that wound through the packlands. He stared blankly into the rushing water, as he had been for the last half an hour, the longest the boy had sat doing nothing in his whole short life. His mind was running but felt like nothing was happening in his thoughts, he simply stared blankly ahead, feeling the cool of autumn settle onto him, willing it to seep into his skin, to feel the last remnants of his mother on him, to feel that cold again.