His hair was lighter than Heath’s and his beard a bit heavier. He also had bluer eyes, more like their sisters’. Heath’s chest tightened. Tears threatened. He’d so longed to see his brother one last time, and here he was. Brodie spoke. “Hello, brother. I imagine you are surprised.” Dear God, this sounded like Brodie. His brogue was heavier than Heath’s. Richer. A wind swept through the clearing. It ruffled Brodie’s hair, a sign that he was no ghostly apparition but solid and whole. Heath dropped his sword arm. He yearned to move toward his brother but caution held him back. Still, he had to speak to him. “I’ve missed you.” “I know you have.” Brodie shook his head sadly. “That was bad business with Dara.” “Aye, it was. And with Rowlly as well.” Brodie shrugged.
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