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Chapter Forty-Nine: Idixat Burns
Madame Skia helped Ilyria to thread the path through whirling mists of enchantment, each holding clearly in her own mind, the vision of the House to which they needed and wanted to return, each feeling her own sense of anticipation, fear and relief.
Ilyria knew it as home because that was where the companions were. Her friends. Though she blushed now to think of the Miasma she had known in Utzed, the fantasy produced by the sirens. As though in response, she heard the soft voices somewhere in the mist, then Thassa’s gruff tones. Fierce dug her claws into Ilyria’s shoulder.
Madame Skia stopped and Ilyria paused with her. Ilyria knew that Madame Skia wanted more than anything to return to Nicos—her love—and to her sisters, and the companions. The home she had built from nothing. But she had her love and her duty toward her slain sister.
Madame Skia smiled at Ilyria. “Tell him I will be home soon,” she said. Ilyria nodded, feeling her eyes tear up. There was no
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