“Oh, I have many of those memories.” Then his voice deepened. “Though sometimes, I wonder if they’re real.” “Why?” I shouldn’t have asked. Why had I? Maybe Mencheres’s truth spell on me from earlier hadn’t worn off yet. He came nearer, brushing my arms with the lightest of strokes, which still caused shivers to race over me. “Because nothing that good could possibly be real,” he murmured,
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