“He spoke of your studies, your work. He was so proud of you. He spoke of you being as stubborn as ever and refusing any tea but Earl Grey.” The laughter felt good. “Long live the Earl,” she said. Then Dash’s face grew more serious. “And he said he never could figure out how we’d drifted apart. He said my head was in the stars, always had been, and always should be. And that you, old soul that you are, are moonlight. Pure light in the darkness. But he insisted that the moon and stars aren’t so different, our worlds weren’t as far apart as we imagined them to be, and that someone needed to
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and he was right of course
