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Shattered	By : TarnishedArmour Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7713 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Based upon the work of Jim Henson; specifically Labyrinth, copyright 1986 by Jim Henson & associated parties. I do not own or have legal rights to Labyrinth, etc., or make any profit from them. *Individual disclaimers for other works in

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Sarah woke in a dark room. Pretty swirls of colour in front of her eyes told her she'd hit her head when she fell. Pretty swirls of magic told her she'd bruised her magic, or rather been slightly burned by other magics, which was effectively the same thing. A soft voice filled the room. The sound made the pretty swirls move faster. Her teeth started hurting.
"Well, our human visitor awakes. I hope the ordeal wasn't too much for you, my dear. We do tend to get some glorious explosions here in Ogram." The speaker moved into view with a very dim light. Sarah winced, closing her eyes to the light, then slowly opened them again, letting the light in very slowly. When she could focus properly, she saw the speaker was an old man. Well, an old ogre. "I'm the Chieftain of Ogram, called Oggs. You've been unconscious for several hours, but the healers say you'll be fine with a good meal and a nice healing draught. Now, my dear, what brings you to Ogram so soon after the Grippoldar?"
He'd noticed the collar, which surprised Sarah. Most of the ogres she'd seen hadn't noticed much about anything other than their magic.
"I'm a runner," Sarah replied, her voice scratchy and too loud for the sudden pounding in her head. She was fine until she started to speak, but she managed to swallow down the nausea and continue on. Her magic spun wildly, seeking balance and making her dizzy. She was fresh out of balance, so she closed her eyes and hoped the room would stop spinning. "Ogram was on my path."
"Ah. The Queenrunner," Oggs said knowing. "Well, then, my dear, I have some good news for you. The next wall you face is a quest from me." He scratched his beard. "It's not going to be easy, my dear, but-"
"Sir," Sarah interrupted, swallowing hard. "I don't mean to be rude, but could we wait for the instructions until after I get that healing draught?"
"Of course, of course!" Oggs gasped at his own lapse in courtesy. "My apologies, child. I've much on my mind, what with that explosion-"
"Explosion?" Sarah asked. It was the second time he'd said that, but she didn't remember any kind of explosion.
"No, you wouldn't remember it, would you?" Oggs murmured. He raised his eyebrows and began telling Sarah of the events of the day. While he was talking, Sarah concentrated on keeping her magic and stomach in line. Shortly after he started his tale, the promised dinner and healing draught arrived. She drank the draught quickly, surprised at how pleasant the taste was. The effects were almost instantaneous.
"Woah," she breathed, feeling suddenly lighter and more balanced.
Oggs paused in his tale. "We've an excellent healing school here. In fact, we train most of the healers in the realm. Was it too strong? Any strange effects?"
"Nothing like that, Sarah said, sitting up and eyeing the huge dinner tray. "I was dizzy and a little queasy," understatement was becoming a way of life for her, "but that draught helped almost immediately. Was it too strong?"
Oggs pursed his lips and lifted the small cup. He gave it a sniff then muttered something at the cup. Whatever he saw had him smiling.
"It was exactly right," he said, more than pleased. "This particular draught had to be strong to correct your magical bruises. The rest of the healing effect was an added bonus-you've not even a scratch from the Grippoldar left on you."
"How did you know-" she started, then shook her head. "Right. The collar."
Oggs chuckled. She was happy with her collar, so she didn't remember it was there all the time. "Go ahead and eat, my dear. Now, where was I?" he asked, watching Sarah pick up her fork and start in on the lovely roast. "Right, the theory was…"
Sarah ate while Oggs talked. More than once, her eyes grew huge, and she thought her eyebrows were attempting to become as one with her hairline. Erpa, she recognized, wasn't far off in her summation of the ogre culture. They may have magic out their backsides, but they weren't sensible at all.
Jareth watched as the ogres who had wounded the land so deeply poured their energies into fixing the error. He was brutal and exacting.
"No. Remove that section of wall and put the proper rocks in place. If they are not conveniently placed," he continued, seeing the rebellion on the young ogresses' face, "you will go find them."
"But there's no telling-" The ogress had climbed out of the crater to speak to the king, telling him how impossible the task was. She was also quite young, barely out of her advanced-studies courses.
Jareth smiled at her, his eyes cold. "My dear, I do not give a damn if you have to go to the Riven Abyss in the furthest ocean from here. You will collect every last stone and rock in your section and layer them properly, or I promise you will beg me to allow you the privilege of doing so." He gently touched under her chin with the fishtailed end of his riding-crop scepter.
The young ogress did not take the reprimand as she should have.
"Sire, there's just no-" The bolt of magic slammed her to the ground and knocked her breath from her.
"I see you do not listen well, girl. For that, I will attend to you myself." He turned to the rest of the workers. "Exactly as I have said, and not a word else. Do not even breathe too heavily."
The other ogres, none of them happy with their instructions, nodded quickly. Irilaneu had a tendency to rebel against those who knew better. The sheer menace on the air around the king and the rebellious ogress suddenly made finding rocks and stones all around the city seem like the best task in the entire world.
"Now, for you, Irilaneu," Jareth purred, his voice filled with quiet rage. Without even a wave of his hand, Jareth took the girl to his personal dungeon and took them from time.
The ogress struggled against the magic pinning her as she looked around. She even tried to fight the king using her own magic. Nothing helped. Within seconds, she was shackled and stripped. Still, she struggled. It wasn't until Jareth spoke again, that fear gripped her.
"Do you know one of my most important titles?" Jareth asked, his voice deceptively pleasant. He didn't wait for a response. "I am the Blood-lord of Mysteries. Do you know why?"
Irilaneu shook her head wildly. She was too terrified to speak.
"You will," he promised, eyes gleaming in the poorly lit torture chamber. "Attend," he said softly to those Irilaneu hadn't noticed before.
Cats slowly stretched and sauntered into view from where they had been hidden and resting among the various devices. Three men came from the shadows. The men, like the cats, moved slowly, sinuously. There was a sinister beauty to them.
Then she saw the king again. He no longer looked like the almost delicate, blonde man of the race of kings. His hair had turned black, white streaks radiating from his face. He was dressed entirely in black leather, his shoes making no sounds on the floor.
It was his eyes that finally brought understanding to the errant ogress. Cat-slitted pupils were like dark wells against the lightness of his eyes.
Then, Jareth lifted something from the wall and gripped the handle lovingly. It had been some time since he exercised this part of his power. The feel of unwilling sacrifice was taunting him, teasing his desire to see someone bleed for the willful destruction of his beautiful city. Perhaps he would give her to the priests when he was finished with her. There were precious few women within the ranks, and those had acquired certain tastes over their time with the priests. Perhaps this one would like to join the order. He would have the priests ask. After he had exacted the price of rebellion from her lovely hide.
"I believe we shall begin with the flechettes," he said to the men, the blood-priests who served so faithfully. The men bowed and retrieved the thin strips of blades from the wall. Each took a place around the ogress.
The cats waited patiently for the blood to be drawn. Ogres were a rare treat for the cats.
The lashes began to whirl in the air around her. Irilaneu screamed.
Jareth smiled and sent his whirling lash toward her.
After eating, Sarah and Oggs went to his office, several hallways away from the room where she'd been recovering. She had learned that she was in the capitol building, which housed a small infirmary wing. It was a sensible precaution, given the tendency for ogres to make foolish decisions.
"Now, I must explain something to you. I control the three walls you must pass before going on to the final trials. My dear, if you hadn't come to Ogram, say you'd gone to Rearmarch, the leader of that town would have had control of your quests. As it is, you are here and I…have little enough time to spend with this whole mess."
"So, what are you going to do?" Sarah asked. This was a strange response to the Queenrunner. Usually, people were happy to see her, even if they did make her miserable.
"I shall have to think of something before the meeting this night," he sighed. "Or perhaps afterward. There is much we must discuss in council about this city. There aren't many places where ogres are permitted, you see, and we are rather cramped in this one major city."
"Overcrowding?" Sarah asked, thinking of her visits to New York to see her mother. It had felt like she was suffocating. "Oggs, what is going on outside?" she added, feeling pulsing and a faint surge of magic every so often.
"You felt that?" Oggs gaped at her. "My, you are a sensitive little thing. That is the king and the ogres who are fixing the giant hole in the city. I know he's doing what he usually does-the ones who made the mess are cleaning it up. They'll be useless for weeks, but they'll follow protocols now, poor things." He sighed. "As for your first question, we are very crowded here, but we don't have enough people to build a second great city, and King Jareth would be incensed if we asked for one. No, we've got to figure out a way out of this mess on our own-without destroying the city in the process."
"Oh." Sarah thought for a bit. "Is there a window?" she asked, looking around. "I don't want to sound morbid, but I would like to see the problem, if I may."
"Right over there," Oggs said. Where there had been blank wall, there was suddenly a small, nicely framed little window. Sarah walked over to the window and looked out. The city was teeming with people. No few were carrying rocks of various sizes to a very large, extremely deep hole not too far from the tavern where she'd eaten. She gaped at the sight of the city.
It was huge. The scale was massive, but then, ogres were at least seven feet tall. Some were much closer to ten feet tall, so the buildings and furnishings were massive by necessity. She'd felt a bit short when she'd wandered the streets, but now she felt like a doll. She was the size of a ten-year-old ogre child. It was suddenly daunting to realize exactly how small and frail she was.
Then she noticed something odd. No structure in the city, except the one she was in now, had more than two floors. The ground floor and the upper floor were constant. Streets had been narrowed to alleys in an attempt to expand the buildings, but no one had thought of going up instead of out. Well, no one except for the ones who had managed to destroy a chunk of the city.
"Oggs, how tall is this building?" she asked.
"Why, two floors. Like every proper building. Why do you ask?"
"It seems like we're up much higher," Sarah said.
"Oh, we're on the great hill. Fine view of the city, and no one ever gets lost when they have to come to the city offices." He dismissed her point. Sarah thought for a minute before responding.
"May I attend the council meeting tonight?" she asked, seeing a way to help the ogres and maybe even assign the walls to herself. All she needed was to get Oggs's agreement with her ideas. What with the chaos of his city right now, that shouldn't be a problem.
"It's open to any who wish to attend," Oggs replied, looking over a damage report that had been sent to his desk. He tried not to curse aloud at the information. The central destruction wasn't too bad, considering. The secondary damage was spread almost to each gate-some beyond the main gate, where the Queenrunner had entered. They'd be picking up rocks and repairing buildings for months!
"Then may I walk down with you?" she asked. "It would be the easiest way of reaching the meeting on time."
"Certainly," Oggs replied absently, dipping his pen in the inkwell to write his response. "Just let me answer this and we'll head down."
Sarah waited patiently while the man wrote. She should have guessed they were practically late. Ogres were nice, smart, and talented, but even the ones in charge could be remarkably featherbrained.
Jareth lounged in a comfortable chair, petting one of the cats who had curled up with him. Leather gloves long gone, the cat purred under the tender caresses of his long fingers. Eyes slitted in pleasure, the cat stared at his prince.
**When they are finished, may we taste of her?** the cat asked.
**Of course, my dear. I would be quite upset if you did not.** Jareth replied in the language of cats, a silent language of eyes and ears and facial twitches.
**Thank you, my prince," the cat purred, louder. It was a pleasant counterpoint to the screams of the girl.
She was still screaming. Strong, this ogress. Perhaps he would allow the blood-priests to keep her for breeding. Jareth watched as the priests took their time with her body. Even bloodied and bruised, she was beautiful. Then again, most ogres were. Blood-priests rarely got to sample such tender flesh.
A scream of agony was countered by a cry of ecstasy.
Scratching behind his purring subject's ears, Jareth laughed.
Such a lovely little thing. He would definitely let the priests keep her.
In the council room, Sarah saw a series of tables at the head of the room and many benches facing it. At the moment, a debate was raging over the latest tax on the use of magical enhancements on ordinary objects. The magician-merchants did not find this tax fair, while those who bought the enchanted objects found the tax oppressive. The councillors argued that it was the only way to ensure that goods imported into Ogram were taxed, since everything on the list was an import. The merchants argued that many of those same objects were made locally, too. In the end, the tax and the debate were tabled for the time, pending a study by committee.
"And now," Oggs sighed into the room, "we have the question on how to deal with the overcrowding here in the city. We have too many people in the city and, even though we have businesses and food and water for all, we do not have enough housing or room. Ogres need more than a few square feet of personal space, and it's become dangerous for the chilren to walk in the streets. Several have been injured by adults moving quickly and not seeing the children until it was too late. The most recent suggestion of stacking houses was, as witnessed earlier today, a failure. What possibilities do we have left to us?"
"We could petition the king to expand our walls," a voice came from the crowd. "He did after the Great Boom of 627, Jareth's reign. Why can't he do it again?"
"He told us then," came another voice, this time an older woman, "he wouldn't repeat it and that we needed to spend time figuring out how to control our city. We've expanded buildings, but we can't go without streets wide enough to walk!"
"Stacking buildings is a viable option-" The crowd shouted the speaker down.
Sarah listened for a while, noting the suggestions, some of which made her wonder how ogres managed to survive as long as they had without becoming a near-extinct race. She was also working on a spell, one far more complex than she'd tried before with air, since it involved a full, moving illusion. After the debate had petered out, she rose and called out to Oggs.
"I have an idea," she said. The high pitch of her voice compared to the ogres had several searching for her. Since she was shorter than most of the seated ogres, she had to move to the front of the room.
"Take the floor, my dear," Oggs said politely. He had several doubts that her idea would be useful.
"Who are you?" a councilman asked.
"I'm Sarah, the Queenrunner," she replied, then looked at Oggs.
"Sarah, if you come up with an idea for our overcrowding that won't blow up the city again, I'll consider it your first wall." The crowd gasped with this pronouncement. Usually, walls weren't announced so blatantly, not that everyone there knew for certain for the Queenrunner. They knew the magician's trials, and those walls were almost always passed and mentioned after-the-fact. Of course, a magician was always striving for the perfection of his art, so there was a different motivation involved.
"May I cast, Oggs? It will definitely help with explaining my idea," she added. When Oggs nodded, she closed her eyes and wove her spell. In a few minutes, a rather nice illusion of New York City was before the crowd, hovering so all could see it. She had removed several things that she decided the ogres did not need to attempt to create-like cars and planes and the like. The result was a skyline that, even downscaled as it was, inspired several ogres to poetry.
"This is a major city in my home, the mundane world. The name doesn't matter, but this particular city had several of the same problems with overcrowding. One of the big ideas was, instead of spreading out more, make the buildings taller, so that more people could stay in a smaller area. I know you tried stacking existing houses," she continued when grumbles began around the room about rehashed ideas, "but these aren't separate structures that are piled up on one another. These buildings were designed to have up to fifty stories-that's fifty layers where people could work or live or shop." She did not mention that some structures, like the Chrysler Building or the Sears Tower or the Twin Towers were much taller. Limiting information and giving the ogres a conceivable but difficult goal was enough. "In the beginning, most were maybe ten to fifteen stories tall, until they figured out how to make the buildings even taller. Only the later buildings got as high as fifty stories…"
Sarah continued, even going so far as to show clips of from old TV shows about how the structure was all one large, well-supported rectangle. When she was finished, the majority of the ogres, including Oggs and the council, were excited about the idea.
"Sarah, you're brilliant!" Oggs shouted over the din of enthused ogres. "The twenty-second wall is passed!"
Spontaneous cheers started around the room, and Sarah was lifted up and carried around the room on ogre hands. She was passed from small group to small group, almost like she was surfing on the crowd below. Eventually, the cheering stopped and Sarah was returned to her spot near the front of the room. While the ogres cheered and celebrated and batted around ideas on how to make these tall buildings, Oggs had conferred with the council.
"Sarah, my dear, we have your twenty-third wall quest! You will seek out an architect who can design one of these great towers for us to build. Meanwhile, the rest of the city will find an appropriate spot to put the first big tower and begin moving people and shops as needed. You see, we must plan this properly." Oggs seemed suddenly very stern with his happy citizenry. "Otherwise, we may end up just like we are now, only with random buildings sprouting into the sky. Now, where is the planning committee?"
Sarah closed her eyes and thanked whatever kind of god listened to prayers here. It may have sounded easy, but she'd never given a successful persuasive speech in her life-her previous experience in debate class was proof of that. Then again, which method of gardening was best wasn't exactly scintillating as a subject. How to keep Jareth from summarily killing the ogre was a little more immediate.
Irilaneu begged the king's pardon as the cats licked her raw, open cuts. She pleaded for mercy, for forgiveness.
Jareth listened politely to her pleas and tipped his head to the side, cat-pupiled eyes blankly courteous.
"My dear, you seem to have forgotten that I am the one who allows you to continue as you are in Ogram," he whispered softly. "Can you remember this now?"
"Yes! Yes, Sire. Please, Sire, let me go back and work to heal the land!" Irilaneu was beyond proud now. She had been broken.
The Prince of Cats, Blood-lord of Mysteries, tasted the air. He wasn't entirely certain she was telling the truth, so he walked over to her and licked her cheek. The blood was delicious. He licked her again and extended rarely-used magic to test her. The mysteries were sated, the cats purred and wandered away from their bleeding delicacy and their prince.
"Are you certain you could not find peace and joy here with my priests?" he asked, nuzzling her ear and purring the words to her.
Irilaneu whimpered in terror.
"Mm," Jareth licked another drop of blood from her neck. "Perhaps I'll let you return to Ogram and consider your actions. It may well be you met the mysteries here and desire more from the brotherhood." He nuzzled her again and laughed softly. "You would not be the first to be seduced by the mysteries, Irilaneu."
Jareth drew back and saw the stark terror on her face, in her eyes. He smiled down at her. Carefully unshackling her, he took her in his arms, revelling in her cries of pain. She was taller than he by over a foot, but she sagged in his arms like a child. Pressing his lips to hers, Jareth returned the girl to the crater where her friends were working.
The entire day's torture had taken less than a minute in real time.
Jareth returned her clothing to her and told her to get back to work, his appearance now as he usually kept it. He had no reason to terrify the rest of Ogram, after all. One single victim was enough. She would make his point quite well for him.
Better, she had learned one of the mysteries this day, and she would seek more.
Months, perhaps years, from this day, Irilaneu would seek the order of the blood-priests and begin to walk the path that led to pure self-knowledge.
But for now, she worked to repair the kingdom.
In the morning, Sarah woke, dressed, and ate breakfast. Thinking over the events of the day before, Sarah sighed. Her task was to find an architect capable of building a skyscraper. What's more, the skyscraper had to be able to support ogres, most of whom wouldn't fit in an ordinary skyscraper from her home.
Lifting her packs, Sarah set out into the city to find the library and ask the librarian for the reference section about Labyrinthian architects and their work. Armed with pens and paper, she figured she could find a direction before she went running off, pell-mell, in one of the cardinal directions. That had always annoyed the hell out of her when it came to her adventure books. Why didn't anyone ever stop to check out the library? Get information before they ran off? The books would be shorter, she realized, but it would make reading the hundreds of pages with expository events unnecessary.
Slamming the book shut, Sarah finished her search. She'd found the answer, all right, now if she could find the elfwood, all would be well. That was the good news. The bad news was that this particular elf was a pain-in-the-ass to find and liked to roam all around the countryside. Since no one had a true divination spell to find a person without having met them, she was stuck asking questions.
Back to Oggs she went.
"Oggs?" she said, knocking on his office door. "Do you have a few minutes?"
"Of course, Sarah," he said, feeling better than he had in weeks. "Come in, come in. Would you care for some tea?"
Tea, in Ogram, was a full meal to Sarah. It was late, and she had been in the library all day.
"Yes, please. I found the person you need to do the designing," she said immediately. "I just don't know where he is."
"Really?" Oggs translocated his tea tray from the kitchens to his desk. "Who is it?"
"His name is Ewain Tyr-qro Redelm. He's a fairly old elfinwood-"
"Ewain?" Oggs stopped pouring tea and stared at Sarah. "Ewain can do this?"
"He's built several towers and added to more than one castle, so he should have all the skills. All he would need is-"
"Bloody hell!" Oggs hadn't been listening. "The man's been in my library for the past six months! Wait a moment, Sarah. I'll let you explain these buildings to him and you'll have passed the next wall!"
Sarah watched, bemused, as Oggs dashed off a note to the elfinwood in question.
Research. It was a definite time-saver.
Jareth returned to the castle in the early hours of the morning. The major layers of rock had been returned and properly filled with earth. The rest of the work would be completed under the supervision of an earthmagician who worked with the disaster team. As for the rebuilding and the rest, he would leave that up to the ogres and those that supervised them.
He was tired. Exercising his position as Blood-lord of Mysteries had rejuvenated him and taken his headache from him, but returning to the site and supervising the deepest layers of his land being returned to where they should be had taken a toll on him.
He felt no guilt for what he had done to the young ogress. Defiance once, he could excuse. Defiance twice, he would correct verbally. Defiance thrice, after what she had helped to do-that he would not let pass.
Jareth yawned and popped into his rooms. Couric was already asleep. Just as well.
"So, that's what the problem is with these towers of yours," Ewain said, scratching his chin with his rough hands. He was an old elfinwood, and, like all elderly elves, he was getting barky. "Easily enough remedied. Oggs," he said, turning from Sarah to the Chieftain, "I'll need to contact the dwarves for this. They'll have to create the large iron beams for us. Be prepared to pay out the nose, for I'll get what I need or you and the rest of your magical twits can rot."
"We've got more to trade and pay than almost any other city. Cost isn't the issue. From what I can tell, supporting the weight of the ogres here is." Oggs no longer looked thrilled.
"Eh, that's not a problem," Ewain said, waving the consideration aside. "I build strong for all the races. More, your building magicworkers can reinforce the entire structure while it's being built and after completion. We've got plenty to do, but we've also got those to do it. I'll start work on the plans right away."
"May I suggest starting small, just to get the hang of it?" Sarah asked, not wanting to tell the old elf his business, but fearing that the end result would be a mess if the ogres were left to give instructions.
"Heh." Ewain gave Sarah a long look, then laughed. "Smart girl, you are. Pity you're not an elfinflower. I'd send you to the elmlord in a flash.
Sarah shuddered. "No thank you. I've met an elflord."
Ewain raised an eyebrow. Then he gave a wicked laugh.
Oggs pursed his lips and nodded to Sarah. "You've passed."
Sarah nodded and escaped the room and the rustling laughter. Sleep would not come easy, but she could always read until she forgot that comment from Ewain She shuddered again.
Elves.
The next morning, Sarah received her last wall for Ogram. It was in a note from Oggs.
Sarah,
The head librarian needs some assistance in finding a very rare volume. He last held it in his study, but he cannot find it now. If you would be so kind as to retrieve this book for him, you may continue your quest to become Queen and face the last three walls. I really should make this more onerous for you, but you've done so much for the city that I just can't bring myself to do so.
Oggs
"Never look a gift-wall in the bricks," Sarah muttered, heading to the library. She carried her packs with her again, since she planned on leaving shortly after she found the missing volume.
Inside the librarian's study, Sarah looked around the room. She was looking for Mysteries of Female Thought, something no man was supposed to read. Males couldn't read it, actually, since it was invisible to men. Only women and the priests of the higher labyrinthian magic could.
"I'm so sorry, Sarah, but I had the volume taken to my study to be rebound and I lost it. I don't have a single ogress who works in the library right now, and there is material in this volume that simply cannot go out to anyone under the rank of Mastermagician. If the women knew I had this in my study, well, you don't want to know what would happen to me." The gentle old ogre winced with that last.
"I understand," Sarah replied. "Perhaps you could let an ogress Mastermagician rebind the book for you?"
"Oh, yes. Yes. That I most certainly shall. I've had to put off three enquiries into the whereabouts of the book already. Ghastly mistake, ghastly. I shan't do it again, oh, no. Not again."
Sarah smiled as the librarian talked to himself and saw the corner of a book sticking out from under the man's desk. It was hidden under the drawer section, so she knew few people would have seen it. Walking over to the book, she picked it up.
Mysteries of Female Thought.
"I believe this is what you were looking for," she said, placing the volume in one of the ogre's hands. He couldn't see the book, but it was definitely heavy and felt very much like what it was in his hand.
"Oh, thank you, child!" he cried, giddy. "I'll go reshelve the damned thing right now-begging your pardon. I didn't mean-"
"I understand," Sarah replied, hiding her smile. "No offense taken."
With another grateful smile, the elderly ogre sped out of his office with astonishing agility. Shaking her head, Sarah shouldered her packs and walked out of Ogram.
She was on the road again, and this time, she did not want to deal with magic, men, or the wonderful activity of research. She vaguely wished for a real adventure-like the one she'd written so long ago.
Once again, she'd forgotten to be careful what she wished for, even in the privacy of her own heart.
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