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... side of the room. But his mind hangs awkwardly between waking and sleep, thinking about little dolls with pins thrust through their feet, Nan's voice chanting over the rainbow dance of the fire: unlose yourself. Find your way back home. The gold-hearted of the world are those who set things right; silver is for the undoing of things. The splitting of illusion into its components. The destruction...
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