[when fiona's eyes fall on rhys' piece of the map, something in her stomach abruptly drops too, sinking heavy as the key and making her insides go cold. what's going on here? how is this even possible?]
Not exactly, anymore...
[she enters the room and sits at the foot of the bed, holding the ball on her lap like it's something precious. mostly because it is, and even moreso now.]
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Not exactly, anymore...
[she enters the room and sits at the foot of the bed, holding the ball on her lap like it's something precious. mostly because it is, and even moreso now.]
What's the last thing you remember?