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the same height. Sly of the king to not remind Wulf they had met. How had he forgotten those long summers at Glowan Castle? Of course, as soon as he had seen her, it had started to come back. He remembered now, as the boat slid under a fortified bridge – remembered her splashing
‘We do great and terrible things for our daughters.’
The first time she had seen the lights, she had known that she could fall in love – not with a person, but a place.
‘We will all be stories one day, and I’d want someone to believe we existed. Wouldn’t you?’
