Hundreds of WordsUnrealityShe's afraid, the first dozen nights or so, to sleep.Because it might be a dream; the moonbeams slanting through the loft window, the smell of Coll's pipe and the crackle of the woodfire in the room below, the quiet murmur of male voices that don't make her skin crawl. It might all vanish like mist in the morning, and she'll wake up in her cold chamber in Spiral Castle, with its stark opulence and bolted door.It is, finally, Taran's voice, shouting from below, to shut UP and go to sleep already that silences the fears, and she does.CuriosityMagic tastes sharp and metallic in her mouth. Saying the words is like licking a kni
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