He hadn’t let go of her once. Not once, since she’d come back. Since she’d walked through worlds. She could see them still. Even walking in silence under the trees, the darkness yielding toward the grayish light before dawn, she could see each and every one of those worlds she’d broken through. Perhaps she’d never stop seeing them. Perhaps she alone in this world and all others knew what lay beyond the invisible walls separating them. How much life dwelled and thrived. Loved and hated and struggled to claw out a living. So many worlds. More than she could contemplate. Would her dreams forever
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