"Laszlo—" "If there is nothing Hywel or you or I can do to stop them from coming, if you must remember, then share them with me," Laszlo said, simple and clear. He bent toward me, and I stared down at our linked fingers. His brow rested against mine, a warm, golden place against my aching head, a gentle clarity that made the moment real and the nightmares that plagued me distant ghosts. I opened my mouth to refuse, and the edge of Laszlo's spectacles brushed my cheek as he nuzzled his long, arched nose to my smaller one. "It was real, my dear. It happened," he whispered. I whimpered and pulled
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