The incident with the Fae woman bothered me so much that finally on one of our little trips to the decaying city, I asked Ariel what the “fuck’en” noble had wnted from her. Ariel sat rigidly on the cracked faux-leather back seat with her eyes shut tightly. Then she lifted her chin and looked into the rear-view mirror.
I glanced up and met her eyes, then looked back at the road. She sighed.
“He broke the world a long time ago,” she said softly.
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