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But Lucette was lost; somewhere far away, dreaming some terrible, wonderful dream of a snake with a thousand faces. Some of them leered; some grinned; others frowned on her with gentle concern. She knew none of their names —

but somehow, she knew them.

Yet their familiarity all but passed her by. Even in dreams, she thought only of her twin; the other half of her soul. Among the faces she searched for Lafayette, even as they whispered their warnings and discouragement. You will not find him here. Go home, little flame. Run back to your mother.

Even in dreams, she bared her teeth and stood tall.

She would swallow each of them whole if she had to.

Lucette did not stir.