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A fic that got totally out of hand, all from a prompt by the lovely and talented stormdragon, who asked for a piece about Anders saving Bann Ferrenly.
There was a story to accompany every escape he had found, every escape he had endured. On dark days, bound and caged in the tower despite bonds that may be employed or may not, he found himself thinking that at least he had stories - a great deal of them, in fact. Too many, if he was honest. But maybe he could pare them down or censor them a bit, tell them to children he might have, or to friends.