"We can never know what might have been, dear one," Aslan had said.
No, thought Lucy. But the speculation was enough to chill her to the core.
And in a flash, she saw all that might have been:
Like a window of coloured glass, split by chance, and covering the scarred wood in peices.
A piece like
Couldn't I just have some more now?
And a match
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I guess not AU Edmund in could bless Aslan for the pain that made him see clearly. Thank Aslan for Hard pill to swallow when my brain tries to think of real life and how I don't like or want pain.
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