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“He’s not,” Dare tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. “He’s not dead. You have to trust me. Go.”

He limply watches me leave the room, and I race to Finn’s, and when I do, Finn is there.

He’s sleeping peacefully in his bed and Pollux is at his feet.

And he’s breathing.

I can’t. I can’t.

The room swirls again and again, and I hold my hands out.

I’m falling,

Falling,

Falling, and I don’t know where I’ll land.

The world is a stage and we all act falsely upon it.

The die has been cast,

Has been cast,

Has been cast.

I f

eel it,

The truth.

It’s coming,

And it’s dark,

And I won’t like it.

I feel it.

I feel it.

We all have our parts to play, and I’ll play mine well.

But what is it?

I concentrate,

And think,

And more will come.

We’re all a bit mad, aren’t we?

Yes.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sabine picks me up from the floor and she leads me to her room, her dark mystic room, where the walls are covered in darkness.

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