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He became a scorch-mark in time, etched into the world of the living...the clarity of his last living moments extended in perpetuity.
The stench of his agony made people shiver if he came too close.
To watch Faramir’s life being rebuilt and unfold became atonement of a sort...but he kept his distance.
One indigo-blue night his resolve breaks and he moves close for the first time. The man he sees sleeping alone is older than he ever was.
Denethor reaches out and touches his son’s forehead with what he still perceives as his hand. Faramir stirs, smiles faintly...and sleeps on.