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“As a young girl, I often saw things no one else saw. When I asked my father about it, I was cuffed for making them up. Lying, he called it. I tried to push away what I saw, the feelings I had. One night, I awoke with a lifelike dream still in my head. I thought I was crazy and took myself to Elyse. She often helped the clan when people were sick or a woman was having a child. I thought she could save me.” Anne’s voice drifted off.
Bridgett reappeared, set the pitcher and two goblets on the table at Duncan’s elbow, bowed slightly, and left them. Duncan poured the mead and set the cup in front of Anne. She picked it up, but had to use both hands to hold it steady as she drank. Duncan wondered if it was fear or fatigue.
Setting the now empty cup on the table, Anne resumed her story. “E
