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single one of those hours apart.
She ran her fingers through her hair, its
strands floating around her in the water. Still
too long for two months to have passed. “They
healed me after each ... session. So that I
stopped knowing what had been done and
what was in my mind and where the truth
lay.” Erase her scars, and Maeve stood a
better chance at convincing her none of this
was real. “But the healers couldn’t remember
how long my hair was, or Maeve wanted to
confuse me further, so they grew it out.” Her
eyes darkened at the memory of why, perhaps,
they had needed to regrow her hair in the first
place.
“Do you want me to cut it back to the
length it was when I last saw you?” His words
were near-guttural.
“No.” Ripples shivered around her. “I want
it so I can remember.”