Chapter 31
The bell continued ringing.
Not repeatedly.
Only once.
Yet the sound lingered.
Expanding through the Garden in slow concentric waves.
Through silver rivers.
Through luminous grass.
Through ancient trees whose roots stretched beyond memory itself.
The note seemed incapable of ending.
As though it had been ringing for thousands of years and they had only just become capable of hearing it.
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Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Because Rowan's words had struck with the force of an avalanche.
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He entered because she asked him not to.
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The sentence stood at the center of everything.
Immovable.
Unavoidable.
Terrible.
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Draco stared at Aurelia.
His expression had become unreadable.
Not anger.
Not disbelief.
Something far more complicated.
The expression of someone watching an entire history rearrange itself.
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"My father disobeyed you."
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The words came quietly.
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Aurelia did not answer immediately.
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The silence itself became an answer.
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Then she nodded.
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"Yes."
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The single syllable carried enough grief for centuries.
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The silver leaves above them rustled softly.
The Garden mourning alongside her.
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Calia looked away.
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Because suddenly she understood something about Kin.
Something she had never fully considered.
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Everyone spoke about the Storm King.
The conqueror.
The sorcerer.
The ruler.
The myth.
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Very few remembered Kaelen.
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The young man before the Hollow.
The man capable of love powerful enough to ignore reason.
Powerful enough to ignore warnings.
Powerful enough to challenge fate itself.
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Perhaps powerful enough to doom the world.
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Or save it.
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The distinction was becoming increasingly difficult to determine.
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Rowan watched the realization spread through the group.
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Then he sighed.
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"Humans always misunderstand love."
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Corvin immediately pointed.
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"That's an extremely broad statement."
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Rowan smiled.
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"Which is why it's usually true."
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The scholar frowned.
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Unfortunately he couldn't immediately argue.
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Rowan turned back toward the distant horizon.
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The bell's note still echoed there.
Beyond the trees.
Beyond sight.
Beyond something else.
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Then he continued.
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"Kaelen wasn't trying to save Aurelia."
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Silence.
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"He was trying to save everyone."
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The statement landed strangely.
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Because it sounded heroic.
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Until Rowan continued.
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"He thought the two things were the same."
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The Garden darkened.
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Aurelia closed her eyes.
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As though hearing an old wound reopened.
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The Witness walked slowly toward the silver river.
His reflection appeared beneath him.
Then split.
Then multiplied.
Hundreds of reflections.
Thousands.
Different versions.
Different ages.
Different lives.
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Unlike Ariadne, he seemed completely unbothered by the phenomenon.
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"He believed Aurelia was important."
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A pause.
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"He believed her existence mattered."
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Another.
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"He believed reality needed her."
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The river brightened.
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"And he was right."
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Silence.
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Absolute silence.
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Even Ariadne looked startled.
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Because for the first time someone had spoken those words aloud.
Without hesitation.
Without qualification.
Without fear.
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Aurelia mattered.
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Not symbolically.
Not emotionally.
Literally.
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Her existence mattered to reality itself.
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Saedra stepped forward.
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"Why?"
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The question emerged immediately.
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Naturally.
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Inevitably.
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Why?
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Why would one life matter so much?
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Why would existence bend around a single person?
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Why would history quarantine her?
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Why would reality fear her?
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Why would the Crack remember her?
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Rowan became quiet.
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Very quiet.
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The playfulness vanished completely.
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What remained looked impossibly old.
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Then he answered.
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"Because she was never supposed to exist."
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The Garden fell silent.
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The rivers stopped flowing.
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The stars above froze.
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Everything.
Stopped.
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The reaction alone confirmed the truth.
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Something fundamental had just been spoken.
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Ariadne whispered:
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"No."
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Not disagreement.
Recognition.
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The kind of recognition that arrives when someone finally says the thing you've always feared.
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Rowan nodded.
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"Yes."
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Aurelia looked away.
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Toward the distant trees.
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Toward the bell.
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Toward somewhere she could not bring herself to face.
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The Witness continued.
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"The First Speakers believed reality was built from possibility."
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The sky brightened.
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"Every outcome."
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A constellation appeared.
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"Every choice."
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Another.
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"Every future."
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Thousands.
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The heavens became crowded with luminous pathways.
An endless network of branching destinies.
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A living map of possibility itself.
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Then Rowan pointed upward.
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And everyone saw it.
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One path.
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Only one.
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Not branching.
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Not dividing.
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Not changing.
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A single line.
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Perfectly straight.
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Perfectly impossible.
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Cutting through every other possibility.
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Ignoring them.
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Defying them.
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Existing despite them.
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The sight was unsettling.
Deeply unsettling.
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Because it did not belong.
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The rest of reality resembled a forest.
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That line resembled a spear.
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"What is that?"
Saed whispered.
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Nobody answered immediately.
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Then Aurelia finally spoke.
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"Me."
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The word barely escaped her lips.
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The heavens trembled.
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The straight line brightened.
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The stars around it recoiled.
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As though even now possibility struggled to accommodate it.
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Aurelia lowered her gaze.
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"I was born without alternatives."
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Silence.
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Nobody understood.
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Not fully.
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Yet the phrase itself felt terrifying.
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Born without alternatives.
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Every life possessed possibilities.
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Every choice created futures.
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Every person branched outward into countless versions.
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The Cathedral had proven that.
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The Choir had embodied it.
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Reality itself depended upon it.
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Except Aurelia.
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She had no alternate lives.
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No alternate selves.
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No different futures.
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Only one.
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Always one.
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The implications spread slowly.
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Then all at once.
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Ariadne staggered backward.
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Because she understood before anyone else.
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Her entire existence revolved around possible futures.
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Possible lives.
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Possible worlds.
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Yet she had never seen an alternate Aurelia.
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Not once.
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Not in thousands of lifetimes.
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Not in millions of futures.
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Not ever.
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The realization struck like lightning.
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"There was only you."
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Aurelia nodded.
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"Yes."
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The Dreamwalker looked horrified.
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Because such a thing should not be possible.
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A life without possibility violated the architecture of existence itself.
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Rowan spoke softly.
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"Reality didn't know what to do with her."
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The bell rang again.
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Far away.
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A second note.
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Lower.
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Sadder.
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Older.
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The sound drifted through the trees.
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And somewhere deep within the Garden, something responded.
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A distant glow.
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A distant movement.
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A distant shape emerging among the silver forest.
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A city.
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The sight appeared only briefly between the branches.
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Impossible towers.
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Golden bridges.
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Cathedrals suspended among constellations.
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An entire civilization hidden beyond the trees.
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Ancient.
Silent.
Waiting.
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Then it vanished.
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As though it had never been there.
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Draco stared.
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"What was that?"
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For the first time since arriving, Rowan looked uneasy.
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Genuinely uneasy.
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Not frightened.
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Concerned.
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The distinction mattered.
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Because beings like Rowan did not concern themselves lightly.
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The Witness looked toward the hidden city.
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Then toward Aurelia.
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Then toward Kin's children.
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And finally he whispered:
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"The place where the first correction happened."
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Silence.
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"The place where reality decided what to do with Aurelia."
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The silver trees began trembling.
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The stars shifted.
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The distant bell rang a third time.
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And from somewhere within that hidden city came another sound.
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Footsteps.
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Many footsteps.
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Approaching.
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Slowly.
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Deliberately.
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As though the inhabitants of the forgotten city had finally realized visitors had arrived.
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And were coming to see who had spoken the impossible name.