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Elaine is half asleep at her lunch table. She hasn't slept properly in more than a week, and it shows; at least school's practically over for seniors, so she can sleepwalk through the few remaining classes. Most of her friends have been avoiding her, more or less, which would upset her except that it gives her more time to read. She's reread The Ill-Made Knight three times this week. It hasn't made any more sense any of the three times. It's open on the table in front of her, though her eyes aren't focusing on it with much consistency.
She can't have dreamed this when she didn't know it. It's impossible. And White got some details wrong. She's certain of this, and she's scared to death of how certain she is.
And she misses him. On top of going crazy, she misses someone who she objectively knows doesn't even exist.
She can't have dreamed this when she didn't know it. It's impossible. And White got some details wrong. She's certain of this, and she's scared to death of how certain she is.
And she misses him. On top of going crazy, she misses someone who she objectively knows doesn't even exist.