XXXVIII.

He didn't necessarily lose consciousness, but Link's senses were too overwhelmed from the blast to be considered aware for a handful of minutes. When he did return to reality, a few things were made abundantly clear.

First, his arm was very broken and the realization was a strike of pain through his body as he stared at the sky. Which led to the second thing: the very normal moon at its zenith, barely visible through the cloud of dust and debris hanging in the humid air. Link struggled to sit up and survey the area, bringing him to the final thing:

Foursky and Evanna lay still in the rubble paces away from him, amongst broken stone and shards of Vaspra lying everywhere.

Despite taking a sword to the head, there were no wounds to speak of on Foursky. Link could only assume the mask had shielded the Gerudo from the blow. But, from his position, he could see the mask, too.

It lay unmarred in the debris.

"Link!"

Through the haze, a bloody Sheik came stumbling forward, looking half-dead and exhausted. But he was on his feet and a tsunami of relief engulfed Link as he struggled to yell back through the dust that choked him. He wanted to reach out with both arms but his broken one wasn't going to move for anyone so just one would have to do.

"Thank the Goddesses," Sheik coughed, struggling his way over the terrain. He fell to his knees and grabbed Link's face, kissing him hard on the mouth. It tasted like dirt and dust and sweat and blood, but none of it fazed him as – for the first time in a month – the fear and anxiety finally melted away and he could breathe. Perhaps not in the literal sense, what with the dust in the air, but in a way that seemed to transcend all of that.

Because they were alive.

They were alive.

And they won.

"Thanks for taking care of that prophecy for me," Link mumbled against his lips.

"To hell with prophecies," Sheik growled. "I'm done with them. No more, Link."

When the adrenaline started to wear off and the pain set in, they sat there in the broken remains atop the roof and stared at the still bodies of Foursky and Evanna. They didn't look alive…but Link knew better. He could still sense their beating hearts. They were immortal and even losing their Vaspra, apparently, wasn't going to change that.

"We need to get them to the tear at Lon Lon," Link said quietly. "Them and that awful mask."

"What was that thing?"

"He called it Majora's Mask and let's just be glad we don't have to battle it, too," Link replied, reaching down to fuss over Sheik's busted knuckles. He wished he had the strength to heal them, like the spell he had cast so long ago in Vrika. "But I still don't know why it felt so familiar…"

They fell silent. Sheik fished a potion out of Link's pack and helped him gulp it down. There were no more enemies left to fight so he didn't worry when the sleepy, numbing effect of the elixir set in and the bones in his arm snapped back together in a disgusting fashion.

When the moon sunk below the horizon, they finally stood and started the last leg of their task. Sheik collected the chunks of Vaspra scattered about, the size of cabbages, and Link checked the pulses at the necks of their enemies just be completely sure.

Alive. Definitely alive.

But they were held in some sort of stasis, the Vaspra they had absorbed now ejected from their bodies. Did that mean that now, with all of the blue ore out of them, it was possible to use Hexa once more and actually kill them? Link voiced this thought and Sheik shook his head after a moment's pause.

"I don't think they can be killed, Link. They were made immortal by Vaspra and a spell – even if we have forced all the ore from their bodies, their condition can't be changed. We are lucky that we drained them enough to put them in this catatonic state. Let's not push it."

Link could most assuredly agree with that; he was done pushing it for possibly the rest of his life.

It was then that they both heard a weak little cry on the wind. Giving each other wide-eyed, dumbfounded looks, they both searched quickly to find its source.

It was Link that found Blithos whimpering behind what was left of a tower. The little Gerudo was curled tightly in a ball, his desert-clothing torn and dirty. Worried that raising his voice for Sheik would frighten him, Link lowered himself (painfully) onto his knees and spoke in a quiet voice to the little Gerudo boy who stared at him with nothing short of terror in his watery, yellow eyes.

"I'm Link, Blithos. We met at the fortress, remember? I'm not going to hurt you. Those terrible people are gone now. And your mother is nearby. I can bring you to her. Is that okay?"

The boy's whimpers turned to soft cries and, for a moment, Link assumed he was making matters worse; he never really had a great track-record with kids. But there was relief in Blithos' face and, with a little yelp, he threw himself into Link's arms and sobbed.

Link picked him up with his good arm, balancing him carefully over his shoulder and shooting Sheik a frown.

This was to be the next Gerudo King and he had already seen such strife. What had Foursky really intended to do with his boy?

Link could only pray Blithos didn't follow in the footsteps of his father and grandfather. Hopefully Lanaia could raise him to keep his kind and gentle disposition intact. Perhaps the Gerudo – what was left of them that was – would see a just and good King for the first time in three centuries. It took only a few minutes for Blithos to calm down and, surprisingly, fall asleep.

And Link couldn't blame him – the boy was only four and had been put through enough hell to tire anyone out.

He carried the little Gerudo back through the broken window Link had emerged from hours ago, laying him gently onto a dusty chair in the hallway. Blithos barely stirred and, for a moment, Link stared down at him and suddenly, vividly, saw himself.

A young boy, displaced by time, and already cursed to an uncertain future.

Link shook himself sober; they had work to do.

It was nearing morning when they carried the bodies and mask down to the stables. Placing their still, rigid forms on the back of a cart, a thick canvas tarp was laid over Foursky and Evanna. All around them, as they prepared to leave for Lon Lon, soldiers newly returned to themselves milled around in confusion. And Link wanted to laugh at their expressions as many came up to him with more questions than he had the strength to answer.

He handed the sleeping Gerudo child to one of them, ordering the lieutenant to take him to Lanaia – although Link had no idea where she might be or if she had survived the battle. Even as the soldier took the toddler, he had a hundred questions on his lips and a shell-shocked look in his tired eyes.

"We defeated Foursky," Link assured him. "We won. We're safe now."

"What are our orders, General?"

Link shrugged with his good shoulder and laughed. "I don't know. I'm not your General anymore."

And this earned the most comical of looks, but he didn't stick around for any more questions or arguments. The potion was still tugging at his center of gravity and he held Sheik's shoulder for support. Even as they bridled Epona and Kronos up, ready to transport the bodies of their enemies to Lon Lon and send them into the abyss…it didn't feel real.

The angst and the fear of the past month didn't feel like it could be dispelled so easily. How could it be over? The dread had been building up for so long. And yet, in just the span of a few hours, it was all over and in the most unexpected of ways.

There was no grisly battle into the morning light. Link had only fought Sheik, never even laying a hand on Foursky himself.

Majora's Mask had done it for them.

Link and Sheik headed out into the fields as the sky awoke behind thick, slate-gray clouds. Thunder mumbled as a morning storm rolled in, the air quick and cold, shooing away the heat of the night. Link had hoped Zelda would make it back by then but when he didn't see any sign of her on the horizon, his stomach tightened in worry.

"I never should've left her," he whispered.

"Zelda is the Queen of Hyrule, reincarnate of the Goddess Hylia," Sheik reminded him. "She can handle a night in the field. You did the right thing."

Of course, Sheik was right. Link wasn't trusting her abilities like he should but all he could see in his head was the blood dripping down her arm and the terrible look in her exhausted eyes. He tried to reassure himself that she could take care of herself but…maybe protecting someone for so long never wore off, even when that person didn't need the protection anymore.

Zelda wasn't that little girl he met in the courtyard nine years ago anymore, fearful of her dreams as she watched the Gerudo King feign fealty to her father.

The world around them began to awaken as a crisp wind cooled Link's skin and marked the beginning of the end for summer. And it was a summer he wanted to soon forget. But like the first war, he knew it would take time. Link knew he would wake up in cold sweats, struggling to escape the nightmares once more.

But he would have Sheik, so what did it matter?

"The only reason we won," Sheik said softly, leaning back against the seat of the cart and closing his eyes, "was Evanna."

Link nodded. "I know. I still don't understand why, though. Finish what I started, she said…what do you think she meant?"

"She betrayed Foursky – perhaps that was her plan all along?"

"I wonder when and why she decided to do it," Link mused, trying to fit the knowledge they had now into the vast puzzle they had mostly solved.

The thunder got louder and the sky a little darker. They moved at a moderate pace and Link, despite the lingering haze of the potion, looked over to inspect Sheik's right arm next to him. His armor was gone from the initial fusion and, from collarbone to fingers, his whole arm was exposed and glinting in the dim light. What remained of his shredded skin was dark gray and even black in some places where it could be seen in between clusters of blue crystal.

It didn't even look like an arm anymore. It was beginning to look like Evanna's sword and Link wondered if that was an effect of fusing the ore to objects.

"We have to get that Vaspra off you," Link told him worriedly.

Sheik glanced down and grimaced. "I don't…know if we can. I tried earlier while collecting the Vaspra debris. It seems to be rooted to my bones."

Anxiety twisted Link's stomach but he worked it away with their permanent mantra – we'll figure it out as we go.

They always did.

Link watched the horses sway in front of them, the cart sliding over the smooth road to Lon Lon Ranch; he reached down to lace his fingers through Sheik's despite the little, pointy spikes of crystal on his knuckles. The Congruence was a soft echo between them and Link thought darkly of the same connection Foursky and Evanna had shared.

Congruence was so warm, so persuasive, so comforting – how could two people deny that? Had their lust for power truly been so consuming that even such a positive force couldn't affect it.

Then again, Link thought, he was comparing their Congruence to what all pairs might experience. Perhaps the nature of the bond was entirely dependent on the nature of those it lived between.

Link proposed this idea to Sheik, who agreed.

"To them, it was likely a tactical advantage for the most part. Sure, it created a weakness between them…but absorbing so much Vaspra fixed that problem. More than that, I have a feeling that Evanna and Foursky were the case of Congruence that book about bonds was warning about – it's very possible that they were the ones that tried to sever the connection, once they realized its vulnerability."

It seemed like years ago since he had thought about that old book...but it had only been a day or so ago that he'd discussed it with Zelda and Sheik's theory rang true in his mind.

"That mask was more powerful than Foursky, even with all his Vaspra and immortality," Sheik wondered quietly. "To defy Hexam…that thing is a danger to the living realm. We need to depose of it carefully. I shudder to think what would've happened if it had actually devoured Foursky and gained his powers."

And Link didn't want to think about it either. He would much rather pretend as though the mask had been a random and unexpected anomaly that they would soon be rid of. He didn't want to consider why the name still rang shrill bells in his head or how those burning eyes had lingered in his dreams long before Foursky had even infiltrated their castle.

Lon Lon Ranch grew in the distance and Link was surprised he saw no Bloodbacks flying overhead or Vog lurking in the field. And he wasn't about to complain; the fact still remained that the monsters had spread through Hyrule and they would just have to be hunted down and killed.

The aura surrounding the ranch was too familiar and Link's fingers tightened around Sheik's. The Nether would always haunt him, likely until the end of his life. Being so near it again was sickening and he prayed it be the last time he felt that cold, disturbing sensation. They pulled through the gates and up the hill between the house and barns. Motionless bodies of Nether creatures lie everywhere, some of them freshly cleaved through by a sword.

Link threw Sheik a puzzled expression: who could have taken on so many of these beasts? Malon, Talon, and all of their farm hands had fled to Kakariko. They passed the empty, dark outbuildings, heading for the field as they followed the Nether's signature.

In the middle of the pasture was a giant…well, tear. It looked two-dimensional, like a piece of the landscape had been ripped out of realty to leave only a black mark. But as they moved toward it, Link could see it clearly hung in one spot, the world behind it unscathed. Darkness rolled away from it in waves as nothing but black could be seen through the rip itself.

Sitting next to it was Zelda.

Before Link could watch himself, still dizzy from the potion, he leapt off the cart and ran to her. She sat cross-legged, sword propped against her right shoulder, and her eyes closed. She was covered in blood and dirt and looked exhausted, but alive. Her sword was layered in the blood of the Nether creatures and her magic was still lingering in the air.

She had been watching the tear until they arrived.

"Zelda!"

Her eyes flickered open tiredly as he stopped and nearly fell to his knees before her. Instantly, her exhausted eyes came to life and relieved sadness filled her face as they gripped one another. Link couldn't even complain about the lingering pain in his arm as it was crushed by her grip. She laughed a tired, hysterical, contagious laugh and buried her sweaty, bloody face in his equally sweaty, bloody neck.

"Thank the Goddesses you're both alright," Zelda cried. She pulled away from him so she could hug Sheik as well. "Thank the Goddesses."

"Are you okay?" Link demanded as Sheik pulled away and they all just sat on the soft grass in the middle of the pasture. He glanced at the quivering tear in paranoia.

Zelda nodded. "I am, but forget about me. Tell me everything that happened." Her gaze wandered over to the cart where Evanna, Foursky, and Majora's Mask lie waiting to be banished from the living realm.

So, as quickly as they could, they surmised the battle and waited to hear what she had to say. Because, all along, Zelda had known much more than they had and she owed them some answers.

"I never thought…" Zelda started, unable to find words for a moment. "The Sages knew something was coming and they implored me to not intervene. Because this prophecy was pivotal."

"Pivotal, how?"

"Time is…dangerous when tampered with. By choosing to leave behind your childhood and stay here after the war, you created a ripple in the continuum. Because, according to the prophecy concerning the Hero of Time, you were supposed to go back to your childhood. According to the Goddess' wishes, this reality we're living in now was not meant to continue. By choosing your own path, Link, you created this ripple and the Goddesses were forced to create another prophecy to cancel out the ripple. If not, it would have grown into a violent wave and thrown the living realm into chaos."

"So, you're saying…I'm the reason for all of this suffering and…" Link whispered, unable to even complete the sentence as sadness and anger pulled heavily on him. Sheik tried to quell it through their connection but the effort was futile as the emotions continued to swell in his mind.

"No," Zelda said quickly, voice sharp to dispel the blame he was already beginning to assign himself. "No, Link. You are free to make your own decisions. You possess free will, regardless of your lineage or status. It's not about your actions, it's about…symmetry. If you had gone back as the Goddesses had desired, I have no doubts you would have faced Majora's Mask then. But because you stayed here, the Goddesses had to express that prophecy differently."

"So, it would've happened anyway?" Link asked, shaking his head. "I would've had to fight the power of that mask…as a child?"

Somehow, that idea was not the least bit shocking considering the nature of the Goddesses he had come to know.

"I'm really not sure, Link," she admitted. "I don't know what that prophecy was because that reality never happened. If you had gone, this reality would have collapsed and we all would have awakened seven years prior with no knowledge of the war because it would have never happened. By staying here, you became a sort of…pillar holding this reality up so it wouldn't collapse."

Link shook his head in disbelief. What a senseless, complicated way of getting things done. It was the logic of deities he would never understand; why all the smoke and mirrors when the Goddesses could create and destroy anything they wished? Why have everyone go back in time when they could just prevent Ganondorf from ever killing the King?

"Why didn't you tell us anything about this?" he asked quietly, feeling so tired and so frustrated that they had spent the past month in the dark about everything.

"I couldn't intervene. Both of you had a preordained part to play in all of this. The Goddesses, the Sages…I am their puppet in so many ways," Zelda told them with a frown. She held the same expression Link was sure he wore as well.

It was the frustration and disdain of being a chess piece in someone else's game.

Wait.

Suddenly, something horrible occurred to Link and he jumped to his feet, new adrenaline pumping through his limbs. Both Zelda and Sheik gave him a bewildered look.

"Wait," Link hissed, looking back to the cart and then to Zelda once more. "The Goddesses said Sheik had to play his part…what was his part exactly?"

Her blue eyes went wide in confusion, clearly not catching on to what he was saying. "Well, he was the only person who knew Hexa. He was meant to use it to destroy Foursky and Evanna and – "

And then it seemed to hit her, a ragged intake of air punctuating her shock.

They were fools.

So, so stupid. Link hadn't even really thought about it, even as he and Sheik sat in the ruined aftermath of the battle. It had never crossed his mind. Because it was over.

The battle was over.

But it wasn't.

He sprinted back to the cart before any more could be said, thunder suddenly loud over their heads; the storm had arrived without their notice. Link ripped the canvas off the back of the cart – Foursky and Evanna lay still and cold.

What was he missing?

Why couldn't he shake the horrible, visceral knowledge that they had missed something huge? It was like missing a step down a spiral staircase or miscalculating the height of a leap. The prophecy had been so clear. Why wasn't anything adding up? He looked back up to find Zelda and Sheik joining him by the cart, their eyes like lamps in the gray light.

Then a freezing hand caught his wrist. The grip was an iron vice and he tried to rip away as he saw it was Evanna's hand on him. Her eyes were still closed and the remainder of her body motionless, but her fingers were tight and unyielding.

Link, you must listen.

The voice echoed in his head, the presence too familiar. He tried to push it away instinctively; she had done this before, so long ago when they first met.

The fate of the world relies on this, Link. You must let me show you.

His eyesight was drowned away and replaced by a desert, a man…a Gerudo. Link was in someone else's body, angry and scared of the man standing before him. Who is he? What does he want? Link can feel a dagger in his hand as the man says, "Join me willingly and I will give you the power you so desperately desire…defy me and I will enslave you into torture for the rest of our days".

Then Link understood what was happening; his experience with Sheik was enough to inform him.

Evanna was sharing her memories.

Link was half-aware that Zelda and Sheik were speaking to him and he struggled to tell them to wait. He needed to see what Evanna had to show him. She had orchestrated the end Foursky's reign. To Link, that was enough to allow her to share her knowledge with him.

"Okay, Evanna," he ground out under the heaviness of her presence in his head. "Show me."

She is picking at her nails impatiently, leaning heavily against the warm stone behind her. Sunset is bringing cool night air, dry and crisp as the desert sands. Over the dunes, she is watching the red circle settle under the horizon and anxiety is churning in her stomach.

Late, she's thinking to herself. And we're running out of time.

"Evanna."

She whips around from the balcony's view and takes in the sight of a masked Sheikah crouching in the darkness. Flooded with relief, she is hurrying forward to join the figure in the shadow of the castle wall.

"You have made me wait too long, Kalyh," Evanna snaps, shooting the Sheikah a baleful glare. "Do you have it?"

"It was not the easiest thing to find, you know," Kalyh returns in a scathing tone, her maroon eyes tired but still venomous. "You are lucky the map from the Library was right. I have it. And I retrieved the Vaspra from the mountain vault as well."

"Good. We will need it. Your efforts at the Library played well – we've confirmed your return to Hyrule. Foursky is fully convinced."

Kalyh is nodding in agreement. "I will give you this much – you are a good liar in a tense time. You did well to convince him I had returned."

"I only fed the dragon that was already there. It did not take much to convince him." Evanna is shaking her head – how pathetic he had become as hundreds of years passed and he still didn't have the ultimate power he sought.

"Now," Evanna is continuing, "you must give Sheik the words as close as you can to when Foursky may reveal himself. Once he sheds his disguise…I am unsure as of now what the best course of action will be. But we may need to separate the words. You understand what that means, right?"

A familiar darkness is settling in Kalyh's gaze. It is the look of a solider preparing for a suicide mission. "Yes."

Evanna is satisfied with this and surprised that, despite the years of cruelty, this Sheikah is willing to participate in such a complex, dangerous counter strategy. It is clear that the moment Kalyh saw Sheik was still alive, her part in their plot was made permanent; Evanna will never understand the things fools will do for love.

"I will return to Hyrule and negotiate the terms of their descent into the Nether. I must ensure they follow the right path." Evanna shakes her head in frustration. "It's like ushering rats through a maze."

There is a pause, as Kalyh watches her and Evanna senses the hesitation to hand over the package. True to form, it is clear Kalyh will never fully trust Evanna, and rightfully so – it is that caution that has kept her knowledge of the words from Foursky.

"Give it to me so I may keep it hidden," she insists, holding out her hands. "I'll store it away until the time is right."

Kalyh is watching her for one long moment, calculating her odds with an intense scrutiny. Decision made, she is slowly bringing between them a satchel in the darkness, giving it a look as though she expects it to explode at any moment.

Evanna holds it carefully in her hands, sensing the ancient energy it radiates. She disciplines her mind, ensuring that none of its effects are felt through the Congruence.

"Foursky is truly deluded to believe he can harness such power. It's too old and too powerful to be reckoned with. The prophecy will unfold…and Foursky is arrogant enough to believe it is about him."

Kalyh shakes her head. "I still do not understand why you put so much stock in this prophecy – how are you so certain it is talking about – "

"Prophecy is not to be taken lightly, Sheikah," Evanna snarled. "Prophecy destroyed your people. Prophecy gave you those scars. Prophecy has ruled your entire life, whether you accept it or not. You have no idea the decades of planning that have gone into this. You want Foursky dead and your people freed? Do not question my orders again."

Kalyh is unfazed by the aggression in those words.

"If the prophecy is not talking about Foursky, then who is it taking about?" Kalyh demands.

"The less you know, the better, Kalyh," she responds, anger leaving her with a sigh. Kalyh flinches at her given name, suspicion in her gaze.

Evanna is tired. So tired. And now she is nearing the end and the last tumbler is falling perfectly into place. "I will prod those two to Vrika, as we discussed. Make sure you're ready. When you return with them to the castle, I will have further instruction for you. I must find a way to separate the words…Foursky must receive Hexam, but not Hexa. If we fail to do that, all is lost. You must follow my instructions explicitly, Kalyh. Swear by it."

Kalyh gives her a furious look; just as Evanna had been in her youth, this Sheikah is not built to be subordinate. She has never known the centuries of servitude Evanna has endured as Foursky's bond mate.

"Upon Din, I…swear it."

There was suddenly a whirlwind of noise and sight, Link feeling himself being transported to a completely different memory like water dragged down a small drain.

She is just outside the old training area within the castle grounds, where the Order are vigorously training. Her spell has made her invisible and she prays Foursky doesn't notice the extra tug of magic on her end of the bond. Evanna stretches out her magic to prod Kalyh in the back; the Sheikah is speaking with her second in command but tenses slightly at the sensation. Kalyh excuses herself and follows the trail of energy Evanna has left for her.

Hidden behind an old rampart, Evanna remains invisible and speaks:

"Link and Sheik are Congruent, Kalyh," she begins. "I followed the Hero back to Vrika and Sheik arrived soon after. I saw the connection immediately. This is the answer. Give Sheik both words now. Be sure you give Hexam only to Foursky once he reveals himself and requests the words. Instruct Sheik to hide his knowledge of the words in Link's mind, through their bond. The prophecy renders Link immune to either of the words. Do not tell Sheik any more than that.

"When Foursky possesses Sheik, he will have no means of obtaining Hexa. This means he will be unable to kill the spirit within Majora's Mask and it will turn on him. It is then that our true enemy will be exposed. I will provide the Hero with his weapon and Sheik will play his final part."

Kalyh is looking troubled now, angry in fact. "What do you mean, Sheik will play his final part?"

Evanna knows she can't tell Kalyh the truth – evidence of the potential fallout is right before her. Kalyh's alliance may waver if she knows what still lies ahead for Sheik.

"Kalyh, I need you to focus. If there was ever a time I would beg you, it is now. Play your part. Sheik will be fine. If you fail now, he will die." Evanna no longer feels her pride. It is imperative that everything falls perfectly into place now more than ever. If she must beg a dishonored Sheikah warrior, so be it.

They will both be dead soon, so ego and pride were no longer necessary.

And Kalyh seems to finally understand that. It is evident in the expression that settles over her face now; resignation.

"Can Foursky really be defeated so easily? One little mask will end a Gerudo King?"

Evanna gives her a grim smirk. "Foursky may as well be a weak little Skull Kid when compared to the power of Majora, Kalyh."

Link erupted from the memory gasping, Evanna's grip on him gone and the touches of Sheik and Zelda now on his shoulders. His mind was in chaos as he tried to process what had just happened.

"Link!" Sheik demanded loudly, shaking him back into reality. "Link, talk to us. What happened?"

But his vision settled and he didn't have the voice to answer questions. With trembling hands, he pushed aside Evanna's black cloak to reveal the same blue satchel she had given Sheik and Link for their trip to the Nether.

"Link?" Zelda asked frantically beside him. "Stop being so quiet! What's going on?"

He opened the top of the satchel, its mouth stretching wide as he reached into its expanded contents. A strange energy filled the air as he reached his hand within and grasped a hard, wooden object. He knew, intuitively, that this was what Kalyh had delivered that night in the desert. He pulled it out into the gray daylight and all the air in his lungs was sucked away.

It was a mask.

The face was pale like the dead and its hair the same white as freshly fallen snow. The eyes were a vacuum black and there were red and blue markings on its forehead and cheeks like war paint. The mask seemed to shiver in Link's hands, a massive ripple of terrifying energy coursing through his body like he'd been struck by lightning.

Link was staring at himself.

"Link," Zelda said slowly, fingers going tight on his shoulder. "Why…does that mask look like you?"

"I have a better question," Sheik said in a very clipped, hard voice that forced Link to look at the Sheikah. But Sheik wasn't looking at them; he was looking at the cart.

"What?" Link demanded.

"Where's Majora's Mask?"

Alright, y'all – two more chapters. I can't believe we're this close. I never thought I'd successfully post this when I wrote it two years ago. I'm gonna try and get these last two chapters out as back-to-back as I can so there's no lost momentum.

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