Éole Is Gone. My Best Friend, My Soulmate, Those Bastards
Finally, Dorothy - Chapter Forty-Three
“I imagined Daniel carrying Éole to the Place de Hagneau, wrapped in a worn, orange wool blanket. Éole’s mouth curled in a faint smile, his body already cold, and his spirit gone back to the Tyrrhenian Sea, back to Aeolia, the mythical island from Homer’s Odyssey, where he was once king.”