I dedicated my retirement to the retirement my dad didn't have

The spine under I retired before I became evil and retired at 42, said with both hands. He took the retirement early — the rest, the room, the time to build — and dedicated it to the one his father never got to have. No cause named, no ledger opened; only the plain fact that a good man ran out of years before he ran out of them, and the son spends his on purpose because of it. It's why the work happens in the daylight and why it's dedicated at all. The record his father taught him to keep is the one thing that outlasts the retirement neither of them was promised. Kin: Meet the Maker, the dedication to his father, I retired before I became evil, the reason it keeps going. (His words, about his own father — held with care; refine to his.)