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‘Ní an ceathrú glas, ach an ceann deireanach.’ He reached for me with a decayed hand. ‘Tá an milleán go léir ortsa.’
‘Bribery insinuates vulnerability,’ he stated. ‘Will this not leave you open to blackmail?’
The lord of hindsight is purblind. Look to the all- gifted for the key. Knowledge has a terrible price.
I needed to fade. Not to die, not to disappear altogether – just to soften, so the world stopped catching on my sharp corners. So I didn’t feel it when it scraped me. I ached for the comfort of absence. I longed to exist less severely.
‘I’m not angry with you, David. I can honestly say that I never think about you.’
Trying to get a handle on your sanity, once it starts to slide, is a balancing act. Give a little to the broken parts of you, to keep them quiet and satisfied. Give a little more to the repairs.
The witching soul of music,’ I murmured. ‘Music seems as good a thing as any to die for, doesn’t it?’
One embrace was never going to put me back together. Only I could do that, and I sensed that it would be a lifelong task.
‘You seem entranced.’ I had to smile. ‘Does your love of music extend to birdsong?’ ‘Perhaps the dawn chorus speaks to me, as a creature of the in-between. The birds sing in the twilight that bridges night and day. For as long as we can hear it, we exist on the threshold between two states.’
