And when I’ve finished my desperate riff on an unfair classic question, only now do I realize how stupid it sounds. This isn’t a fair riddle. He just asked me one about time, for goodness sake! Why did I think—? I’m—I’m going to die now. I look over to my right. The faeries are—all of them—giving me the fish-eye. I can hear them whispering. “Is that a Human riddle?” “I don’t get it.” “What Crypt Worm? She never mentioned one!” “What’s fulvous?” I chance a peek at Teriarch. It might be the last thing I ever see, after all.
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