Dust finger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Maggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dust finger smiled. Maggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. ‘What’s so unusual about that, princess?’ he asked quietly. ‘Do you know how your story ends?’ Maggie had no answer for that.

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