First I was a sorcerer. Then I was a hermit. For so long, I put up not just walls but whole stone bunkers to keep everyone out, emotionally and physically. I was protected from people, from ghosts, from specters real and imagined. I was safe, but alone. Then Tobin came along, out of my past, with a summons that he wouldn't let me ignore. I tried my best to resist, but Tobin never believed in walls
