Chapter 34: After
There once was a girl.
And then there were two.
One to wander in the labyrinth of memories and mistakes of the past. One to stumble through the pathless mists of the future. And one dancing through the endless present, forever waiting for the moments her sisters might call.
So really, there were three.
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“YOU’RE NOT REAL.”
Victoire shrugs and pirouettes in place, colourful flowing layers fluttering in her wake. Four orbs dance with her, bobbing and pouncing joyfully.
“What are they doing here?”
She catches the flickering one, peeking over its flames of blue and red and yellow mischievously. The ball of fog nuzzles her face, while the little wood knot spins excited loops around her feet.
Squishy sloshes over to me sedately, apparently done playing.
“Y
