Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty At the thirteenth or fourteenth stone thrown into the pond - I had lost the count - I froze. A butterfly lay on a plant, not far from me. I looked at while holding my breath, with painful intensity, as if it were enough to satisfy my desire to see its colours. I thought that the meeting with Amiras, with all that he represented, and with all that had brought Sebastian to the brink of madness, had destroyed my most desperate wishes. Wrong: my dreams were unchanged. I had only learned to see the dark side of them, the other face of the coin, and the consequences of a fulfilled wish. I got up, sliding my hand over my skirt several times to get rid of the leaves. They were crumpled, typically autumnal, certainly yellowish. I laughed. I was talking about things I didn’t have th
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