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Nadine
I knelt before two tombstones, one of which was my dear sister’s and the other the man she had married. They had lived a long life, but as with any mortal life, they eventually died.
A tear trickled down my cheek. “You stupid, stupid woman,” I whispered. “You could be here with me. We could have lived together forever.”
There was only me now.
And I was tired of being alone.
I looked down at my hands and blinked hard to see what lay there.
A Black Thorn.
I sat up in my bed, breathing hard.
What the hell?
One more dream about the mysterious woman. I was starting to wonder if it meant something, like the visions I used to have about the gods. Maybe these dreams were like the visions? Or maybe it was my overactive subconscious. At least I wasn’t having nightmares about my f
