Despite all I see that he grows. Lyria laughs at me and says of course. Sometimes, when I am dark and lost in that still lake –why is it still the lake with but one? — she finds me and says it does not matter. This life or the next, around the wheel and such. I wonder if Asher will become so sanguine, schooled by fae.
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