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She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest.
She guided the man. As they walked together, she thought, It is him, it is him, it is him.
She’d spent too much time conjuring a dream lover to accept a commoner.
“I followed the river. It sang to me.”
“You’re a madman,” she said, freeing herself of his grasp and adjusting the shawl. “Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”