Chapter 91
Mother Elena smiles at me. “You have done well.” She places a hand to my cheek and says something in Romani that I do not understand. “Is that a blessing?” “It is only a saying: To those who will see, the world waits.” The barge drifts, ready to carry Mother Elena across the river. She sings some sort of lullaby. The light grows, bathing her in its glow till I can no longer tell where the light ends and she begins. And then she is gone. To those who will see, the world waits. It feels like much more than a saying. And perhaps it is. Perhaps it is a hope. * * * CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR * * * I WAIT FOR SOME TIME TO SPEAK PRIVATELY WITH MRS. Nightwing. At five minutes after three o’clock, the door to her room opens, admitting me entrance to the inner sanctum. I’m reminded of the first d
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