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“You have finally experienced what it feels like to see into the darkness,” Harriet said, taking me by the shoulders. “You have finally become humbled in the face of what's before you.”
Despite her shadow form, her hands were warm. Her pearl necklace beads were as white as the falling snow. Her eyes were as dark as the shadows.
I shirked her away.
“This is an awful day to die,” I said. “But if it's gonna happen, I at least want to know what the hell I’m up against.”
“You're not going to die,” Harriet said.
“The dream foretold it,” I said. “Allegra’s dreams haven't been wrong.”
“But they changed, did they not?” Harriet asked.
“How did you know that?” I asked.
“Hunch,” Harriet said.
She turned and walked down the stairs, toward a footpath that wrapped around the station.
“Come
