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Ether Shadows and Phantoms
Coughing. It was the sound of coughing that would drive Freddy insane. Drive her mad before she could die.
There was a tall, lanky man awaiting Freddy in her room. He smiled when she was wheeled in, the dark circles beneath his eyes lessening some.
It was a month before Healer Crane would let Freddy leave her room unsupervised. And even after he gave her permission to leave the Intensive Care Ward, it was only for one hour a day. A single measly hour.
“Well,” Trelawney sat and turned her attention to the small tea tray the nurse had left on the bureau, “we don’t need you rebelling right now. Tuberculosis is serious enough.”
“You, my dear, are becoming warped,” a playful voice chirped from somewhere nearby.
The Lady of Shalott
“And moving through a mirror clear, that hangs before her all the year, shadows of the world appear,” she muttered, quoting Tennyson. “It’s like that…my dreams.”
Shades of Regret
Il Dolce Suono
“So is that what this is all about?” Elliot took a long drag. “You’re gonna to ask the board of directors for more money. They’ll give it to you, I’m sure. You don’t have to beg. Don’t sweat it.”
“I would have never believed it! Freddy Fotherby, are you still here?”
“Should be fun,” Freddy said, the muscles in her jaw tightening as she spoke to Crane.
Remus was still pale, still drawn, still wearing the same frayed robes.
Chapter Twelve Uninvited
Freddy had been a fool. A fool to think that some sense of indifference could exist between them. There was no accord of impassivity. No neutrality. No truce. She was very much in the same position she had been a few weeks ago when they stood together in front of his house and Crane had looked at her with heartbreak in his eyes.
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