His brother’s crazed mask melted into nothingness, but more shapes followed it, one after another, like mourners in a funeral procession. Some he dimly thought he recognized, but others were utterly strange to him—a slender Hikeda’ya female carrying a long witchwood blade, a shaggy giant pursued by a scarred, pale-haired mortal man, and a child-sized figure standing alone on an empty beach. But these visions were only billows of rotting gossamer, faint as shadows or streaming mist, and he sensed they were not truth but only possibility. And over them all, above and behind them, and even
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