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The moonlight was silver, and the firelight was orange, but as Kellen and I made love in the very place where our story began, the only color I saw behind my tightly closed eyelids was lake-spirit blue.
I gave Kellen a warning glance before steering the child away from the messy, painful world of adulthood and into the comforting arms of magic, just as my grandfather had done for me.

