
Smoky memories of sparking bonfires burning in the darkness glowed
dimly in her mind’s eye, framed in a hiccupping joy limned by sweetest sadness.
With a sniffling snort and choking laugh, she swiped her nose and turned to him,
heart so burdened with truth-hunger she could hardly bear it.
“So much has happened, Magister. I'm surely not the same person I was.”
His eyes twinkled. “You are not,” he agreed. “But He is.
Rest assured.”
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