At this point, both realities were possible. She was both right and wrong. King Oswald was both dead and alive.
Walther swung the door open, revealing the king’s still face.
“There, he’s dead. You can rest easy now.”
“Wait.”
Ilsa pulled her glasses off and pressed them under the king’s nose. Two columns of condensation appeared on the lens. Her stomach dropped.
“He’s alive.”
“Great Spirits,” Triia whispered.
A skyship glided above the tips of the empty branches and draped the girl and her foxfellows in shadow. The hull gleamed with oil, and banners dripped from its sides, fluttering like a thousand butterfly wings. Triia’s heart beat hard in her chest. The Lord of the Botlinds could be right above her, and she hadn’t figured out even half of her speech.
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SPC LOREN: I met a stranger in my dream last night. There was something more than the haze of dreams that made her different. I cannot explain how I knew, but I knew the woman did not belong.
At this point, both realities were possible. She was both right and wrong. King Oswald was both dead and alive. Walther swung the door open, revealing the king’s still face. “There, he’s dead. You can rest easy now.” “Wait.” Ilsa pulled her glasses off and pressed them under the king’s nose. Two columns of condensation appeared on the lens. Her stomach dropped. “He’s alive.”
“Great Spirits,” Triia whispered. A skyship glided above the tips of the empty branches and draped the girl and her foxfellows in shadow. The hull gleamed with oil, and banners dripped from its sides, fluttering like a thousand butterfly wings. Triia’s heart beat hard in her chest. The Lord of the Botlinds could be right above her, and she hadn’t figured out even half of her speech.
TRANSCRIPT: 2026.311.02 TIME: 13:32 **TOTEM IN USE** SPC LOREN: I met a stranger in my dream last night. There was something more than the haze of dreams that made her different. I cannot explain how I knew, but I knew the woman did not belong.