“I know where she is. Tisaanah. Sometimes I… I dream it. I feel her.” A wrinkle formed between his brows. I imagined judgement in it. “I don’t know how else to describe it,” I said, somewhat helplessly. “I understand perfectly what you mean.” He started towards me, and I closed the gap between us. His fingers lifted to my temple. I felt a strange tug, as if he was reaching through me to the threads that connected me to deeper layers of my magic—the layer that I shared with them. He withdrew his hand. I tried to understand his expression and failed. “Thank you,” he said, after a long silence. I
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