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Darkness. Alone. Where is she? Where is Gorlim? The babies -- she puts a hand to them. Still there. Still with her.
But . . . memories of last night, of pain and breaking glass, of screaming and swords assault her senses. She reels with them, blind, deaf, lost to the fact that she's stumbled out of one room and into another.
The sight that greets her when her vision clears would bring her to her knees, if she hadn't been through death and back for this man: Gorlim, still as death himself. Lying. With Dai. So pale . . .
Her voice when she speaks is barely more than a whisper.
Is he . . . ?
But . . . memories of last night, of pain and breaking glass, of screaming and swords assault her senses. She reels with them, blind, deaf, lost to the fact that she's stumbled out of one room and into another.
The sight that greets her when her vision clears would bring her to her knees, if she hadn't been through death and back for this man: Gorlim, still as death himself. Lying. With Dai. So pale . . .
Her voice when she speaks is barely more than a whisper.
Is he . . . ?