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She could recite every song and story of the greenteeth, braiding them together and unwinding them over the course of a night. She could start a balefire of fish bones and see a tiny piece of the future in the way the spine cracked apart.
She left the greenteeth knowing everything worth knowing about her world and came to the fairy court to find that she knew nothing at all.
It was paralyzing. How does anyone manage? There are too many streams and they all flow and all of them could be good and there’s no way to know. How does anyone ever choose to do anything?
