Kingfisher looked up at Archer. The rune disappeared. “Stop fretting, Arch. You’re not hallucinating. I returned home late last night.” Archer threw back his small head and wailed. He trampled right over the broken tea service in order to get to Fisher. Throwing his thin, fiery arms around Kingfisher’s neck, he sobbed hysterically. “You’re here. You’re here!” “Whoa. Steady now.” I waited for Fisher to shove the little creature away, but he wrapped his arms around him instead, hugging him close. “You’ll make everyone think we’re being attacked.” Archer leaned back, pressing small hands to
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