Certainly is less secure at boundaries, reality less rigid. In places ambiguous (neither sea nor shore, day or night, river or land) magic can seep through.
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(Click here for links to other chapters.) I find father in front of mother’s fire, both of them staring at it as if they have decided I should not be part of whatever conversation I’ve interrupted. I tell them about the rumors I’ve picked up, and stop there. For a moment, a very short moment,…