The Wizard and the Sylph (Part 8, page 3 of 24)


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Part 8

The others waited patiently for them. Or for her. She seemed to sense this, for after a while she rallied herself, began looking for her horse, Danin. But she stood still a moment, as if listening for a voice in the night . . . and said at last, as though addressing the night itself, "I want this to be over."

I want this to be over.

The black fatality of those words seemed to stand out, stark and clear in the deep night, as though limned with her own life's blood. They stung Anest's heart like acid, even as they left him groping like a blind man for comforting intentions that were now lost forever in the endless depths of some dark place.

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