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Starting line:
“We can’t go until we know,” Iris told her, pulling up the hood of her own cloak. “All we have right now is supposition, and one geist. If we go back now, we’ll be laughed out of existence. Besides, what’s to prevent Marcum from pulling up and coming after us?”

Ending line:
And then she fainted.

Darling:
Nothing that isn’t spoilery.

Yep, finished the rough draft of The Price of Pain and sent it off to the person who needs to okay it. When I have more details, I’ll definitely let you know.

I wanted to record tonight, but that will have to wait – I have to do homework. *sigh* Oh well.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.