Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. โHe might tell me how my story ends,โ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. โYou mean you donโt know?โ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didnโt particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. โWhatโs so unusual about that, princess?โ he asked quietly. โDo you know how your story ends?โ Meggie had no answer for that.
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