10/02/2026 05:10

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I said as much. I remembered the feel of smooth wood under small hands, my mother's coffin, the clove scent of carnations from the grave blanket. Over and over again, Perrin screamed her name, and Damian echoed it, his screams, which were louder now as the memory faded, h I thought about it, felt around for it, and found no, no, not gone, but receded.

So good that I lay back along the raised tile around the tub. I got that tiny pulse in my head that I sometimes got when I prayed. And you are? I asked. I frowned at him.