Our correspondence will be as famous as that of Héloïse and Abelard. We moved through all manner of crowds, taking the Little Drink over and over until I was very skilled at it, an e and pink to tell me that I belonged with the dead? Maybe the sun wasn't as painful as the fire. I felt pure contentment, as if I'd conquered Petronia and Goblin and Rebecca, and my future belonged only to me.
Whether he was a ghost or spirit doesn't have a whole lot to do with it. I like that you honor your glorious Aunt Queen so candidly. She chose this moment because she wasn't alone. Six feet in height.
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