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He listened more intently.

No, not a cry. It seemed to be saying something.

It seemed to be saying:

"Soon тАжsoon тАж soon тАж"




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From a voice to a visitation.

Before retiring that evening, the Baron passed by the bureau on the way to the ornate four-poster, its
cold sheets, and another troubled slumber. His eyes were drawn to the mirror.

A vaporous form gazed back at him. A female, too tenuous to see distinctly.

He reached out to the glass, his mind filling in the blanks on the phantom face.

"Madeline тАж is this you? You have come to me? Where are you? Help me find you."

"Soon," a tender voice whispered, before the specter lost its grip on the mirror. "Soon тАж"




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Well, that went pretty well, Maria thought, drifting back down to the swamp.




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"The Painships are coming back!

"This is Walter Von Braun with this breaking news special report.

"It's been three long weeks since the Painship fleet left for the Other Realms on their quest to find the
beloved Madeline and return her to her rightful place alongside the Baron. PainshipsHe Never Called