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Jamesan
“He’s not ready, Lysanor. Nothing so important has ever come as quickly as you wish it would.”
“Not ready? He’s been in there for so long he might not be himself when he comes out. He’s been in there far too long.”
“Not long enough.”
“No.” She shook her head. “He’s the one. We designed this, we waited for it all these years, and we will not destroy him. He is not delicate, like a millennial flower that must be guarded.”
“We both know there are no millennial flowers anymore. Why are you in such a rush?”
Lysanor looked toward the east, where they’d stepped through the veil. “Oldwin knows that I’ve interfered with his magic. That my own has protected Dain and his children, keeping his eye cast away from their truths. He knows, and now he will see us, see what we have, what w
