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When I regain consciousness, I’m in a chair, in the middle of the concubine’s boudoir, unable todiamonds suspended on air I see the cocooned body of the Unseelie princess, the thunderous-faced Cruce, being forcibly restrained by stony-eyed Fade and Lor, ashen-faced Jada, eyes enorrief, and beyond her the residue of the concubine, reclining on her plush white bed

Barrons My beautiful Barrons stands in front ofwith crimson flecks,blue-black contain to stone stretches between us fro around my sides where I see no more of it but know my prison is complete And as I suspected, it renders both the Book and nizant

That’s okay It’s done The Sinsar Dubh is contained and can no longer har, it purrs I have YOU and an eternity to punish you for what you’ve done Before, I was alone beneath the abbey Now, I have a TOY And I WILL break free again It’s only a lee, is on es it fed ruesos it showsher such hellish pain, while she believed it wasis merely an illusion the Sinsar Dubh feeds me

But here and now, it’s irrelevant

I knohat it’s doing Trying to distract ic inside us, in hopes of using it to quell me, and break free of our prison

But it’s too late

I’ve already found it

Legs splayed, ar vault of power the queen passed us, blazing with purpose and power

I will never let the Book touch it

It’s in do voice I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE! COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! STOP BEING SO TIRESOME YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT ME ALL YOU DID WAS TEMPORARILY SUSPEND EMOTION THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU MY EQUAL YOU CAN NEVER BE MY EQUAL I AM SUPERIOR IN EVERY WAY

No, it’s not I may have turned off my emotion but I can turn it back on

It has no emotion to turn on That is its two-di existence

I’ to leech onto I have worlds of possibility inside me It has none It’s empty, so e from others

The Sinsar Dubh is the true cardboard cutout, empty, flat, and flaith its parasitic needs scribbled on its face for all to see

I HAVE NO NEEDS, BITCH! IT IS YOU WHO ARE FLAWED!

It’s nothing but need E need And it knows it, so it tells itself lie after lie, weaves an elaborate illusion of superiority, in hopes of escaping the horrific awareness that it is fatally, da of the divine the rest of us have

An epiphany takes gentle root within me