What He Needed to Know

As Soren looked upon that river, the decision became clear to him: as clear as though a voice had spoken the final word for his ears alone. It was a voice speaking words that could not be gainsaid. He did not let his eyes linger for another moment, but turned away for the last time. His steps were as the steps he had first taken away from that chasm, long ago it now seemed. Indeed the similarity was nearly complete. And so it ended even as it began: with a single step, followed by another, and another, and another, until the river, and the chasm, and the voices are but a distant and painful memory, and even the pain one day will begin to fade. He kept walking.

The end.