Pamfir

Returning home to where your heart truly belongs, to a family that over time, has had dingdongs, where your son will do most things, to stop you opening your wings, to keep the bonds between each other, firm and strong. The result forces you back to days of old, when contraband was how you made your gold, but there are others with an interest, they will not share, and will not divest, as you're drawn into a world, a darker fold. You play the game but in the end you just can't flee, as the ties that bind are shackles that won't free, there are powers that control, that lead to payment of a toll, you have the lock, but someone else withholds the key.