Chapter 49: But the Pain Still Grows

In the Air Tonight, Phil Collins

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Magic Realm, 1984

She was getting close, or at least, she hoped so. The reality was more likely that she hoped so much that she could convince herself she was close enough. It was easier to think about it in such terms, because then the efforts seemed a little bit less wasted. But Aine had been at this for a long time, now, and it was difficult to think of it as having made progress when it didn’t seem there was any progress made at all.

Aine frowned to herself, then reached over, pulling out a sachet of herbs, reaching into it to drop some into the cauldron. As soon as her hand came out of the sachet, however, a burst of yellow light slammed into her hand, making her drop the herbs onto the floor. She looked up, and Morgyn-or what looked like Morgyn-walked in the room.

“How did you find this place?” Aine asked. “I spelled the crap out of it.”

‘Morgyn’ smiled. “We know where everything is in magic realm,” the blond answered, voice echoing just slightly. “You will not hide from us, not here.”

“Let Morgyn go,” Aine said.

“We think not,” the blond answered.

Aine took a breath in, and then turned and ran. A yellow barrier suddenly blocked her way, and she redirected, only to meet another one, and then another. Eventually, ‘Morgyn’ had her cornered by barriers, and looked positively amused. Aine raised her head, looking down her nose at the slightly taller spellcaster.

“What do you want?” she asked. “Come to kill me?”

“You’re more valuable alive, you know this,” ‘Morgyn’ replied. “But we’ll make a deal. We’ll leave you be, if you leave magic realm, and do not come back. Or we will destroy you.”

“We?” Aine asked. “Making a habit of taking control of spellcasters? Is she even going to remember this?”

‘Morgyn’ snorted. “Of course. Just not exactly this way, is all. But you want out of the pact so badly, here you are. Now you’re out of it. Isn’t that nice?”

Aine frowned, turning her head. “What’s the catch? At what cost?”

‘Morgyn’ laughed. “Don’t play stupid,” the blond said. “You know what it means. If you don’t do what untamed sages are meant to do, it will fall to the next one. And you should know who the next one is. But no matter. You’ll get what’s coming to you. In your shadow, he will grow stronger…” ‘Morgyn’ laughed again. “Foolish mortals.”

“It’s Ezio, isn’t it?” Aine asked. Of course it was. Who else would it possibly be? Morgyn may want to think herself a boy, but she wasn’t one and never could be, because she was born something else. Never mind that Ezio was far stronger.

“Is it?” ‘Morgyn’ asked.

“Damn you,” Aine answered, eyebrows furrowing as she grit her teeth. These fuckers always did speak in riddle, and it was beyond annoying to try holding a conversation with them anymore.

“Do not mistaken our mercy for weakness,” ‘Morgyn’ said, straightening up. Then, the blond shuddered just slightly. Morgyn was weakening under the strain. “And do not touch our destroyer, either. You’ll regret it, every time you hurt him.”

Aine’s lips curled. “You know what your problem is?” she asked. “Your problem is you have a habit of not asking people what they want. No one agreed to play the roles you gave them in your little games, you just decide some extraneous destiny for them to fulfill. You won’t get what you want. If anyone will tell you where to shove it, and live to tell stories about it, it’ll be an Ember. Heavens help you if you go and piss them both off at once.”

‘Morgyn’ laughed. “Oh please,” the blond said. “He will do exactly what we want. If, of course, he wants to save his precious magic realm, and his dearest twin, that is.”

* * *

San Myshuno, 2019

He was still in a lot of pain. Honestly, he should’ve known better than to take that psychotic ass vampire on twice in such a short period of time, but as angry at Morgyn as Ezio was, he wasn’t going to leave Morgyn to deal with something like that alone. It’s not like Ezio didn’t think the blond could, it was just that he wasn’t interested in taking the chance.

It was stupid, probably. Ezio knew that, and still, he did it anyway.

But, he’d move on from this eventually. The sting had already started to fade away, even if only because at least now, Morgyn seemed to have figured out why he was so upset about it. It was nice, that Morgyn at least cared enough to figure it out without too much prompting, though it did kind of require Ezio losing his shit first…

Maybe it was best not to think about it too much.

Ezio shuffled into the computer room, settling down on the floor beside Drake’s desk with a blanket and a book. Ezio wrapped the blanket around himself, folded down on the floor, and set to reading his book.

Drake looked down at him, somewhere amid his typing flurry, and then stopped. “… do you want to talk about it, or just sit there?” Drake asked.

Ezio glanced up at him and then frowned. “No. Yes. I don’t know.” He still mostly had no idea what he felt. How was he supposed to talk about it, if he didn’t even know what he felt? That seemed horribly unfair. And all the same, maybe talking through it would help him make sense of what he felt, too. It was all annoying, and complicated, and mostly Ezio wanted to take a bath and go to bed. The sun was, unfortunately, still up. He’d regret sleeping right now.

“That’s valid,” Drake said. “But you’ll have to decide whether to do one or the other.”

Ezio breathed out, putting a bookmark in his book, and closing it. “I know,” he said. “You know, it’s a little surprising that I’m still so angry about this.”

Drake shook his head, sliding out of his chair and sitting down next to the Ezio-burrito. “I think it’s the most logical thing here,” he said. “Of course you’re still angry. You have every right to be.”

“Do I?” Ezio asked.

“Yes,” Drake answered.

Ezio sighed again, shuffling around and lying in Drake’s lap. He was coming to find that Drake’s lap was one of his favourite places to be at any given moment, but it shouldn’t be surprising. It was before. Now he had even more reason to be in it, and Drake always managed to make him feel safe. Ezio didn’t figure that would’ve changed.

Just as he always did, every day that went by, Ezio loved Drake a little more.

“I just don’t understand why I feel like this,” Ezio said. “It makes it hard to explain how I feel to anyone else, because I don’t really know.”

Drake smiled slightly, somewhat rubbing his back through the blanket. “I know,” he said. “You’ve been like that for as long as I’ve known you. But it’s okay. You don’t have to make sense of it right now.”

Maybe he didn’t. Maybe there was the time to think about it, and figure it out, and maybe there wasn’t. Ezio didn’t know, but he didn’t suppose anyone did.

He was still vaguely in pain from taking on the psychotic vampire the day before (and a day or two before that). And if he moved the wrong way, it caused some of his cuts to suddenly reopen and neither Drake or Cassandra were taking that one terribly well. He tried not to move the wrong way, but sometimes he needed to get something on a shelf and could technically reach it, and he just, instinctively did.

Yeah, he wasn’t very good at being injured, was he?

Ezio dropped his head onto the floor. The blanket fell over his hair. “Damn it.”

Drake blinked, shifting around so he could hear what Ezio was saying.

But Ezio raised his head. “I’ve loved you since France, you know.”

Drake looked confused, and then smiled. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

Ezio breathed in, looking down at the wood grain of the floor, thinking about it. How did he put this mess into words… that was a question he didn’t always have an answer for. Ezio smiled slightly, and shook his head.

“I felt like, I was just in your way,” he said. “That you could be and do and see things that I’d only ever dream of, and staying with me would just hold you back from that. So, I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to stay. I couldn’t ask you to stay with me forever, no matter how much I want you to. I just couldn’t.”

Drake’s expression saddened, slightly, and he reached around, taking Ezio’s hand in his. “I want to, Ezio,” he said. “I want to stay. I decided to a long time ago. You didn’t ask me to stay with you forever, but there was nowhere else I would’ve rather gone, there still isn’t. I want to stay. I chose to stay, I chose you.”

Ezio smiled, and then he sat up, scooting into Drake’s lap and clinging to him. He was still a little dizzy, if he sat up too fast, and his heart was a little delicate at the moment, but if he was careful… Ezio leaned backward slightly, and Drake instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around Ezio’s waist to keep him from falling. Ezio smiled slightly, and then leaned up slightly and caught Drake’s lips with his.

Drake leaned into it. Ezio shifted closer, his arms draping around Drake’s neck. On its own, Drake’s tongue was in Ezio’s mouth, and he made a surprised little pleased noise at the back of his throat. Ezio shifted his body against Drake’s, and the vampire loosed a soft grunt, hands moving up Ezio’s sides. He caught one of Ezio’s deeper cuts wrongly, and pain shot down Ezio’s spine.

The noise he made was probably utterly perplexing; somewhere between pained and pleased, almost a whimper-whine, back arching slightly, and Drake separated from him and looked startled. He looked not entirely sure if he’d hurt Ezio or not.

Ezio huffed, trying not to laugh at him. It was cute. “M’fine,” he said. “It hurt a little, but not that much.”

Drake looked a bit relieved, and then shook his head. “We shouldn’t, anyway,” he said.

“What?” Ezio asked. “Why?”

“You move wrong and start bleeding everywhere, Ezio,” Drake said. “I’m not going to hurt you, even if it is on accident.”

Ezio squeezed his eyes closed. “You know, it doesn’t really bother me,” he said.

“It bothers me,” Drake answered.

And Ezio couldn’t argue with that. Of course it did, given how they’d met in the first place. Drake was the only one that knew about those twelve years in France, the only one that really understood. Ezio was an idiot if he thought Drake could ever be okay with hurting him, no matter how Ezio reacted to it.

Instead of answering right away, Ezio shifted around, holding onto him with one hand, so the other could caress his cheek. “Okay,” Ezio answered, softly. “We’ll wait.” After all, they’d waited this long already, another week or so wouldn’t hurt anything. Drake was worth the wait, anyway, and if he’d be more comfortable waiting, then, that was as complicated as it needed to be.

* * *

Nobody had seen Caleb in a few days. Ezio was aware, by now, he and Morgyn had broken up, but seemed weird for him to just vanish for a few days like that. Well, Ezio probably shouldn’t stick his nose in it. Probably, Caleb just needed some time away from Spire, because Morgyn was here and it’d make healing a bit of a tricky thing, no doubt.

Ezio released a sigh, and went to making tea. For the most part, he was alone today; everyone else had things they were doing, Morgyn was in class, Cassandra had gone to see her parents, Drake had a book signing, Lilith was at the gym, and Caleb was missing anyway. It was nice and quiet, but Ezio thought maybe it was a little bit too quiet. That was probably what happened, when you’d gotten accustomed to the noise of having five other roommates.

He kind of missed the days it was just him and Drake, before everything had gotten so fucking complicated, but nothing lasted forever, and sometimes, it felt like it was their inability to hold onto anything that made them keep moving. Ezio released a sigh, turning around and leaning against the counter. He was still healing, of course, so he shouldn’t be doing anything too strenuous, but man he was kind of bored.

Having a bored Ember was never a very good thing, but he supposed it was what it was. Maybe he’d just go read The Restaurant at the End of the Universe for the six billionth time, and most likely fall asleep doing it. Or he could go play with Mayor Whiskers. He’d presume the cat was as bored as he was, but incidentally, Mayor was better at entertaining himself than Ezio was.

It was what it was, he supposed.

Ezio turned back around, as the teapot started to gurgle, signalling that it was done. He reached over, pouring himself a cup of tea, then reaching over and getting a couple spoonfuls of sugar into it. Idly, he stirred it together, picking it up and turning around. But as he did so, he caught sight of something that he didn’t expect to be there behind him, and visibly jumped, almost dropping his cup.

He set that down on the counter, before he did actually drop it, and squinted at the ghost standing there. This one was fairly young, a child probably, maybe not older than ten or eleven, but maybe a bit younger. Ezio’s gaze softened slightly, as he breathed and watched the young one. Frizzy dark curls framed the child’s face, and they were a bit darker in skintone than Ezio himself was.

“Hi,” Ezio said. “I wasn’t expecting a visitor today.”

The ghost giggled. “You should’ve been,” the child said, a boy, it’d seem.

“And why is that?” Ezio asked.

“You’re the bridge,” he answered. “You are the safe one. Ghosts can only exist where it’s dark, you know that, so lots of us are coming here, and you are the safest thing here.”

Ezio frowned slightly. “Do you know why it’s getting brighter in the dusklands?” he asked.

The ghost shook his head. “Not sure,” he said. “But the moon cracked in the sky, and fire bled out of it.”

That sounded like the start of a fairytale that ended somewhere around the knight on the white horse saving the princess from the tower.

“Maybe it happened in the dawnlands,” the ghost suggested. “The dusklands and the dawnlands mirror each other, you know that. They’re kind of leaking into each other through the in-between. I think maybe the in-between is all messed up right now too.”

Right. Well, Ezio hadn’t the faintest idea how to even begin to fix that kind of mess, so that was nice. No pressure or anything. “Wonder if that’s what’s been destroying magic realm,” he said, under his breath.

“No, of course not,” the ghost said. “That is the chaos.”

“I’m sorry the what?” Ezio asked, looking at the boy.

The ghost made a face. “You’re not very good at this for someone whose destiny this is.”

“My what?” No, he heard the kid, it just didn’t make any sense.

“Your destiny,” the boy answered. “It’s supposedly tied to the in-between, the chaos, the dawnlands and the dusklands and their trying to merge, all of that. I wouldn’t really know specifics, though. You’d have to ask an older ghost. … hey, like that star whale that follows you around, I bet it would know.”

Ezio tilted his head. “You can see it?” he asked.

“Of course I can,” the boy answered, huffing. “It is a ghost. … or didn’t you know that?”

Ezio didn’t answer, but he probably didn’t have to.

“Wow, you’re really bad at this stuff,” the boy said. “I should think the star whale doesn’t know how to turn back into a person. So you may have to help it along.”

Ezio released a sigh. “Right,” he said. Jeez. “Fuck, I can’t even see it.” The star… apparently it was a whale, had appeared several times for him, but he hadn’t been able to see it clearly any of the times it had.

“You can’t see it?” the boy asked. “… wow, you’re worse at this than I thought. Is it an old person thing?”

Ezio raised a hand to his head. “Just shut up, kid.”

The boy looked a little bit annoyed, but he turned around and wandered off into the apartment. Ezio turned back around to his teacup, watching the liquid. He vaguely remembered something mentioning chaos before, but he couldn’t remember where it was he’d heard or seen it mentioned now. If it was far enough back, maybe it was…

The book. Ezio took his teacup, and then scurried downstairs, into the computer room. In his desk drawer was the mystery leather-bound book that had attached to him a long time ago in magic realm, and refused to have gotten lost between here and there. Ezio never did fully puzzle this thing out, but he supposed he didn’t really need to right this second.

The book seemed to agree, because it hadn’t bothered him much since he’d moved out to San Myshuno. Granted, he’d had far more pressing issues at first.

He set his teacup on his desk, pulling the book out. As soon as it hit the floor, and could do so, it flipped itself open and turned to a specific page. Ezio squinted at it for a moment, but then the writing turned into Simlish.

Everything is chaos, and chaos is everything.

* * *

Ezio didn’t necessarily have the time to think about it too hard, what the book’s statement really meant. It was difficult to say what it meant, and the funny, or sad, thing was that was the most straightforward the book had ever been before. Ezio wasn’t really expecting much else of it, of course, but it was a little hard to puzzle things out when the things giving him answers oft decided to give him more questions, instead.

And Morgyn, of course, didn’t think it was a good idea to trust anything the book said, and Ezio kind of had to agree. Unfortunately, it was the only way he was getting any answers, at least at the moment, and any answers right now was better than none. It wasn’t as if Ezio had any other ideas about what to do here.

As it was, Ezio was curious how magic realm was doing. Morgyn still didn’t seem to have noticed anything was even wrong in magic realm, probably because Ezio was still redirecting All traffic to himself, so to say (he still had no idea what he’d done or how to undo it), and never mind the blond had plenty of other things to be worried about right now. So, Ezio had made the journey out to Glimmerbrook.

At least his Glimmerstone would teleport him to Glimmerbrook, if not magic realm. When he tried going to magic realm with his stone, it’d hummed slightly and then changed its mind. Apparently the rock’s fucks were not currently being involved in that mess.

Ezio shuffled over to the gateway at the top of the waterfall. It was still boring and silent, the shimmers of colour that were meant to be there still eerily absent. Ezio went over to it, one hand reaching out and running along the side of the archway. His head tilted back, as he looked up at the symbols at the top. They weren’t glowing like they usually were.

He released a sigh, pulling his phone out.

Are you and L okay? he typed out, and sent to Simeon’s cell number.

His phone immediately returned a message about that number being unable to receive text messages. Ezio cussed under his breath, and tapped the call button, raising his phone to his ear. It rang for about five seconds before the voice mail picked up. Ezio cursed again, hanging up and tossing his phone back into his pocket.

Nothing went in, nothing came out. Just like Morgen had said.

For a long moment, Ezio stood there, the water rushing around his heels, watching the archway. The sound of footsteps sloshing through the water caught his attention, and he turned around. Emilia smiled at him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she answered.

“How are you doing?”

Emilia shrugged slightly. “I’m doing okay,” she said. “Broke up with Darrel, moved out, enrolled in university. That sort of thing.”

Ezio snorted. “You never did seem terribly happy with him,” he said. “Not unhappy, just not happy either.”

“Yeah,” Emilia said. “Your friend knocked him into a vampire coma and things got a little clearer suddenly.”

Ezio made a face. “My friend?”

“Lilith,” Emilia said.

“Oh,” Ezio answered. “She never mentioned it.”

Emilia looked amused. “I told her if she’d just gotten Morgyn to talk to Minerva, everything would’ve been fine,” she said. “Lilith said something about how she fixes her own problems.”

Ezio looked awfully put upon. “Yep,” he said. “She wasn’t lying about that at least.” Lilith was terrible about taking things on by herself. But for that matter, so the fuck was he. Maybe that was how they’d ended up friends. They were alike in a few choice ways. “Hey, this thing ever reopen?” he asked.

Emilia shook her head. “It hasn’t, not since the time you and I got out of it,” she said. “Minerva can’t tell that it doesn’t work, though. I’m not sure about anyone else, but Darrel and Gemma don’t seem to have noticed anything off about it either.”

“She doesn’t know?” Ezio asked, tilting his head.

“As far as I can tell,” Emilia said, “she can’t see that it isn’t active. And she goes into it, the portal somehow turns her right back around, so she goes in and comes back out, and she thinks she’s gone to magic realm and come back.”

Ezio frowned, turning around to look at it. That was an odd effect, but if it was trying to pretend to the outside world that nothing was wrong… of course, pretending to the inside world that nothing was wrong may be trickier, but then, there was also the matter of everyone he spoke to that had spent large amounts of time in magic realm spoke like their thoughts weren’t entirely their own.

Actually, what Simeon said, and then forgot… something about how that boy of L’s was getting her all confused. No, no the other thing, the thing about there were times when he came to magic realm and didn’t seem to know why he was there at all. That was a strange thing. Of course, with the vampiric mind control rampant right now, it was possible that was her doing, whichever her it was, but it was kind of far-fetched to think she could manage to do mind control through magic realm’s barrier.

So this was one of two things; either the barrier’s weakness was indirect attack and vampiric mind control could go through it, or the All was responsible for everything because it had decided to lock magic realm down. Well, Ezio supposed there was a third option-it was a little of column A and a little of column B.

“I don’t suppose you’re watching it anymore, now that you’re in university?” Ezio asked.

Emilia shook her head. “Not really,” she said. “I could come by on occasion and check on it I suppose.”

“I can, too,” Ezio said. “I’ll do it then. But thank you, for the offer.”

“I hope you can figure this out,” Emilia said, looking up at the archway’s top. “But if anyone can, I figure it’ll be you.”

* * *

This was a mess. And Morgyn still wasn’t entirely ready to listen to him, either, so he was right, and he and Lilith were on their own for now. He understood, really, he did. Morgyn never knew what to do about he and Aine fighting all the time, and it made sense the blond would’ve eventually blocked it out for lack of knowing what else to do. It didn’t take the sting away.

Everything Ezio had ever done, he’d done for Morgyn. That was his choice, and he didn’t blame Morgyn for the choices that he had made. Neither did he regret them. But he didn’t think listening to him was a lot to ask for. In general, not even just in return for everything he’d ever done for Morgyn.

Ezio shuffled along the road, making his way back home to San Myshuno. It wasn’t a long walk, and he could use the exercise, though he was still a little sore, and the time to think about this on his own. Ezio was always like that, needing to think about things before he knew what to say, or how to say them. It was part of why he was so terrible at expression. He had to figure things out in his head.

Morgyn expanded outward, Ezio pulled inward. It was a strange thing. They were exactly the same, and complete opposites.

Ezio sighed softly, and then realised he’d tread a little bit too close to Granite Falls. Something was in there, protecting the forest, and it didn’t like occults wandering in, most of the time. Particularly, it didn’t like vampires, but it was known to decide it didn’t want certain spellcasters around either. Ezio wasn’t sure if he’d be welcome or not, so he stopped rather abruptly, and then shuffled around it.

But even as he did, it felt like something was calling to him. Something beyond Granite Falls’ borders. Mist flooded the grasses, curling around his ankles. Ezio stepped backward. The mist moved beyond the border, like it wanted him to follow it and do the same.

Ezio frowned, slightly. A glimmer of black and pinpricks of colour at his ankle caught his attention, and Ezio looked down, finding Mayor Whiskers weaving around his legs.

The cat meowed at him, and then took off into the forest.

“Wait!” Ezio squeaked, and then scrambled after the cat. (When did he even get here? Never mind.) Against his better judgement, he went right into the mist, but somehow, the mist seemed pleased about it.

Mayor meowed the entire way, and Ezio just followed the cat’s sounds when he couldn’t quite see him anymore. The mist thickened, eventually, and Ezio kept following the cat’s sounds. And then the sounds seemed to come from everywhere at once, and Ezio stopped, glancing around. Then, he closed his eyes, sensing around for the pull that he knew was his bond to Mayor, and followed that, instead.

And when he found him, he was in a dusky-skinned woman’s arms, one hand scratching his chin. Ezio tilted his head.

“Keisha?” he asked.

The woman giggled, and then turned to look at him. It was her. “Yes,” she said. “It’s good to see you. And you sure have a very polite little gentleman for a familiar anymore.”

“He did find you,” Ezio said, releasing a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding in the first place.

“So he did,” Keisha answered.

“It’s nice to see you too,” Ezio said. “You’re the hermit, aren’t you? The white witch everyone tells stories about.”

Keisha giggled again. “I do seem to be, yes,” she answered. “You know, I don’t usually mean to frighten anyone.” She leaned over, setting Mayor Whiskers back down on the grass. He went over to lean against Ezio’s leg.

“It’s always the people that don’t mean to that do,” Ezio said.

Keisha laughed. “Of course it is,” she said. “Now, let’s see here… if I’m remembering correctly, you’re probably wondering what the heck is up with the portal to magic realm… we did get there, right?”

Ezio raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. “Yes,” he answered. “The portal doesn’t work anymore. Neither do Glimmerstones.”

“Oh right, yes,” Keisha said, her eyes lighting up. “Glimmerstones are shards of the All, you know. If the All decides, it can just sweep-deactivate all of them. Oh, but that’s not the information you need is it… let’s see here…” Her hand raised, a finger tapping against her lips.

Ezio started to say something, but she held her other hand out.

“No no,” she said, “don’t tell me, I’ll remember in a minute.”

Ezio had to wonder if she would. Well, while she was over there humming and hawing and thinking, Ezio glanced around. Not far away were little flickers of multicoloured lights. Ah, no, those were rainbow fireflies, weren’t they.

Granite Falls was beautiful at night, if a little disturbing all the same.

“Aha!” Keisha said. “You need to know a number of things actually, but I suppose we can start with what exactly the All is doing.”

“It’s blocked off magic realm,” Ezio said. “Because of a vampire trying to break through the barrier.”

“Oh,” Keisha said, deflating slightly. “Okay, next thing then, you probably want to know why a vampire would want through the barrier.”

“To get to the All,” Ezio said.

Keisha’s lips shifted to the side, and her eyebrows furrowed. “Okay,” she said. “Then, what is it you need to know? I don’t know where we are now.”

Ezio smiled slightly. “I think I just need to know how to get into it when the All’s blocking it.”

“Ah, no,” Keisha said. “You, you, you need to know something else, not what you think you need to know. You’re the bridge.”

“You know about that?” Ezio asked.

“Oh of course I do,” Keisha said, waving her hand. “I’m the one that said it first. You were born the bridge and you will die the bridge, but perhaps, you may need to know what that means. And, what exactly the All is.”

“It’s the source of all magic,” Ezio said. “Every spellcaster knows that.”

“Do you remember the old adage?” Keisha asked. “History is written by the victor, Ezio.”

“And it’s false?” Ezio asked.

“Some of it,” Keisha said. “Mistakes were made. Lives were lost. And some of those responsible decided to bury it and pretend it didn’t happen. Almost quite literally. Now, this will be a long story, and it demands some tea.”

Keisha reached over, taking his hand, and led him into the forest.

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