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“Who are you?” Lorcan asked the woman.
“I am the one you were in love with. She was just a convenient replacement.”
“What?”
“All the time you were looking at me at the riverbank, you think I didn’t know? You were watching me from the bush. You were there for me. Remember? It was me that you wanted. You were going to build me a castle.”
Lorcan stared at the woman for a long moment, then nodded. “It was you, my childhood fantasy. All those years, I was in love with you . . .” Lorcan whispered as he gazed at the woman.
The woman teared up. “You remember?”
“Yes, of course.” He tried to walk toward her but failed. He raised his arms to reach out to her, to embrace her. But his body didn’t cooperate. “I remember,” he said. “Let me hold you again.”
The woman smiled and waved her hand.
