“This is the oubliette,” he says scornfully. “It’s where I put people to forget about them. I don’t think it will help me with you, but at least you’ll learn your lesson this way. I said I was going to tear your wings right off, little bird. Now you have no way to fly.” Then he lets go of me, snatching the crown off my head at the last minute. I scream. And I fall into the darkness.
