“It has been an age since last you stood upon this
precipice, youngling,” the magister observed. “What brings you to my dragon haven
once more?”
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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