"All I need to do is get Sven and we'll be all set."

Kristoff - his girlfriend and the guardsman beside him - had just emerged from the castle and into the courtyard only to come to a stop just outside. He gestured over to his sled near the mouth of the open gates, on the far side of the now all-but reconstructed terrace.

"You two can wait over there. I'll just be a few minutes," the ice master said.

"We'll come with you," Anna offered. She was as cheerful as ever - her high voice and wide smile indication enough of her excitement to start the journey to the Valley. Considering the mood that she was in, it would probably be impossible for her to sit and wait anyway, even if it was for such short a time.

The princess looked first to Kristoff and then Martin for confirmation, but only elicited a nod from the former.

"I would actually rather wait, if you don't mind," the guardsman chirped instead under her gaze. He gently nudged the pink travelling bag thrown over his shoulder and stifled a yawn. "I'll load your luggage - you two go ahead."

"Right," Anna tilted her head gratefully. "Thanks."

"We'll be right back," Kristoff confirmed.

As the two strode off towards the stables, Martin crossed the courtyard alone to reach the sled. His steps dragged with fatigue as he carefully placed the princess's bag into the trunk and rounded the vehicle.

He did not stop at the seats in front, however, but kept walking forward. The guardsman trudged towards the wide archway leading to the bridge, squinting in an attempt to examine the space underneath as he went. As he had expected, he saw a vague, gently moving figure, huddled against the wall and nearly invisible in the darkness.

Martin sighed and stepped to join the sleeping man in the shadows.

"I thought I might find you here," he said wearily. "Wake up, Isaac."

The other guardsman jolted awake at the address. He flinched slightly before his mind fully awoke and decided that a long yawn would be more appropriate.

"Hey, Martin," Isaac greeted in the same moment, his words coming out deep and unclear. Despite his best efforts, his friend echoed the yawn - albeit much more squeakily. The fat guardsman grinned. "Come to join me for a nap?"

Embarrassed, Martin quickly straightened himself up anew. The thought of stooping to the other man's levels of incompetency scared him enough to eliminate all thoughts of tiredness from his mind.

"No," he answered sternly. "Unlike you, I find certain things more important than my beauty sleep."

Isaac was unfazed by the scolding.

"I swear I'm going to report you to the captain someday," Martin muttered. "Today, though, I want to ask you a favor. Come on."

The guardsman stepped back out of the archway into the midday light of the courtyard. His friend reluctantly followed, rubbing irritated eyes. They came to a stop near the sled, now able to see each other clearly.

"Always happy," Isaac paused in yawning, "to help. What do you need?"

Martin sighed. It took him a moment to convince himself to continue.

"I'll be accompanying Princess Anna and the ice master to the Valley of the Living Rock," he finally began.

"Why?" Isaac asked, unsure of whether or not he was merely too sleepy to understand.

"While I felt that it would be unwise for the princess to take an unescorted trip so soon after the Dark Mage's attack, she insisted. It's probably nothing, but I have the strangest feeling..." Martin admitted quietly. His eyes became unfocused for a split second before he caught himself. The other man just looked even more puzzled. "Anyway, I don't know how quickly we will return. I was wondering if you would check on Queen Elsa after your shift if I'm not back yet. She has been healed, now-"

"Kristoff mentioned the cures on his way in," Isaac interrupted. "They worked, then?"

Martin nodded. "Again, it's probably nothing, but I don't completely feel comfortable with leaving Queen Elsa without supervision even if she is feeling better," the guardsman explained. "She and Mrs. Daleon were talking about proceeding in their reading venture. I would expect that you will be able to find them in one of the libraries once your shift is over."

Isaac's eyebrows dropped, his face suddenly awakened by concern. "You don't trust Mrs. Daleon," he whispered in realization before raising his voice again. "Should I go ask the captain to commute my post now?"

"No, no... it's not that at all," a single bead of sweat dashed down Martin's forehead at the accusation. "However, it is a matter of caution. Just check in on them - that is all I ask."

Only half of the worry leaving his expression, the other guardsman nodded. "I will."

Martin watched Isaac and his newly dutiful stare watched back. From their years of service together, he knew that his friend could ultimately be depended upon - at least when he felt his mission was of adequate importance - but it seemed all too often that active reminders of such were necessary.

Satisfied, Martin glanced over through the shadows of the open gates and to the sole guardsman standing on the bridge beyond.

"For now," he commented, tilting his head back towards Isaac, "your partner looks a little lonely out there."

The other man's face lost its glimmer of urgency to a frown.

"If you insist," the lazy guardsman's shoulders dropped. After a moment of preparation, he turned and started shuffling towards his actual post.

"Thanks, Isaac," Martin called to his friend's back.

"Yeah, yeah."

Although Martin could not see it, Isaac had returned to a proud smile.

"Oh my."

Elsa could not help but smile at Dee's astonished words as they came upon the library. She turned to the side to find the widow stopped in the room's doorway, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

Dee scanned slowly over the towering column-like shelves within - somehow seeming to pass over each individual book with a personal delight - for a while before she noticed the other woman's gaze and hurriedly straightened up.

"Sorry, I..." Dee murmured and shook her head slightly. "It's just... my collection is nothing compared to this. I love books, you see."

"I do, too," Elsa smiled kindly. "Yet another thing we seem to have in common."

In unison, the two women looked away from each other and took to admiring the volumes together.

"You could borrow some of them," the queen suggested after a few seconds of silence.

"Really?"

"Of course," Elsa nodded with a quiet giggle. "There's no way that I would be able to read all of these myself. I'd appreciate the help, really."

Dee's eyes gleamed brighter with happiness.

"Thank you, Queen Elsa," the widow tore herself from the view once more to smile at her host, though the other woman was still watching the shelves.

"You could take a look around now, if you'd like," Elsa offered almost absentmindedly.

Unbeknownst to the queen, Dee's face briefly scrunched up in indecision. The expression did not last long, however, as it took but a moment of thought for the widow's choice to become clear.

"No," she decided, gripping her own book against her side. "We should get to reading."

"Right."

Elsa finally stepped fully into the library and Dee followed her to a pair of lounge chairs positioned against a nearby wall, tracing her fingers delicately across shelved volumes' spines in passing. The two reached the slightly angled chairs and sat to face each other.

Dee brought Daniel and the Dark Mage into her lap as she got comfortable.

"I'll read aloud, if you don't mind."

"No," the queen shook her head. "Please, go ahead."

Dee bit her lip in understanding and perhaps preparation.

"Are you ready?" she asked, the tone of her voice making it no secret that she was.

Elsa nodded.

"Then let's begin," the widow opened the book. "Part One," she started reading. "The Wells."

It is said that all gifts of magic flow from two unique Wells.

These paired Wells, hidden about the land, are divine objects of great potency: pools of raw energy from which each Mage derives their abilities.

From one of his Wells, a Mage draws strength from the goodness of his magic: the capacity to help others and to better himself. They call this his Light Well, for its surface shines with the glimmer of virtue.

From his other Well, the Mage extracts his magic's wickedness: the hunger for destruction and the potential to hurt. It is named the Dark Well, for evil shadows mask its depths.

A Mage's Wells grow and shrink with their use. As a Mage uses their magic for good, their Light Well gains and their Dark Well lessens. For evil, the opposite occurs.

In normal circumstances, each Mage's two Wells are kept at relative equilibrium, for all have their perfections and flaws.

However, there was one Mage who did not yield the same stability as the others: a naturally cruel being with exceptional dominion over his magic.

His innate evil caused him to draw from his Dark Well so greatly and so often that the pool swelled larger than any other that the world has ever seen.

The Mage's magic became most powerful, but he was in turn consumed by his Dark Well's ruthless desires: forever sentenced to seek destruction to appease an unsatisfiable malevolence.

His Light Well and his humanity, forgotten, ceased to exist at all.

This Mage became known as the Dark Mage of the Western Isles, the embodiment of his Dark Well's hunger.

The Valley of the Living Rock was quiet as Sven pulled towards the trolls' central meeting place. Since this visit had come unannounced, none of the creatures had risen from their daytime slumbers to greet the travelers. The only sound was that of the faint hissing chorus of steam geysers scattered about the forested expanse; the only sight, their slowly dissipating clouds.

Kristoff whispered something to his reindeer companion and the sled soon rolled to a stop at the circular clearing's perimeter. The ice master took the lead in climbing out of his vehicle.

"Try to keep quiet," he suggested in a clearer albeit still hushed tone, reaching up to help his girlfriend and then the guardsman down from their seats. "They could use the rest - they're probably pretty tired out from last night. I mean, it's not exactly unusual for them, but they didn't stop dancing for hours."

Kristoff retrieved three carrots from a bag in the trunk and left Sven happily - and, after a scolding glare, silently - chewing at them as the party headed off on the path to the trolls' village.

It was a miracle that Anna was able to contain her excitement for what was to come (and Martin, his tired curiosity towards his surroundings), but the group reached Grand Pabbie's dome at the back of the community without so much as a peep.

The ice master entered the hut ahead of the others and found things largely the same as he remembered from hours before. Grand Pabbie and Ridgy were curled up into boulders on opposite sides of the dwelling, sound asleep next to the piled tomes which lined the walls.

Kristoff hesitated, crouched uncomfortably just inside, as his companions joined him.

"Maybe we should wait until he wakes up-"

"Too late for that, I'm afraid," the old troll's gravelly voice came, not even sounding tired in the slightest despite the time of day. Limbs started to crack free and become visible in the larger rock instantly and before long Grand Pabbie had rolled to a sitting position atop his bed of dirt. "I'm awake."

"Sorry," Kristoff said, but from the way that his grandfather's mischievous eyes shone with their familiar twinkle, the ice master got the idea that Grand Pabbie had not been roused by his entrance alone. In fact, he suspected that the troll had been waiting for the party's arrival, no doubt having predicted Anna's haste to visit him.

"Sleep with one eye open, I always say - sometimes two," Grand Pabbie smiled in a way that all but confirmed his grandson's theory. "Isn't that right, Messenger?"

Everyone turned to the side, where Ridgy emerged from his sleeping form on command.

"Very good," his mentor chuckled.

The young troll's shy pride was only slightly lessened when he had to work at stifling a yawn. Martin seemed to be the only one to notice and his faint snickers were met with liberal nervous stomach-rubbing.

"Hi, Grand Pabbie," Anna started to refocus the conversation, more than a little eager to proceed. "Kristoff told me what you said about my memories," she admitted. "Is it true? Is what I remember now... not real, somehow?"

Martin's quiet chuckling stopped. He had not asked nor been informed of the purpose of the princess's hasty visit to the Valley. In fact, he had simply assumed that it was a sort of vacation from the recent stress at the castle. The concern in the young woman's voice instantly caused him to reconsider, however, her worry spreading to his suddenly sweaty cheeks. What was this about memories?

Though he had been expecting the question, Grand Pabbie suffered a similar dampening in expression, his face going from content to simply serious immediately.

"Not exactly," he answered slowly. "It is more complex than that, of course. Come, sit."

As much as it pained her to do so, Anna waited patiently as the old troll stopped talking to rise from his bed with a grunt. He signaled for the humans and Ridgy to join him in a circle in the center of the hut. Anna sat eagerly; Martin, inquisitively; Kristoff, gratefully; Ridgy, tiredly; and Grand Pabbie, the last, with another climactic sigh.

"You see," he continued once he had settled, "most of what you remember of your childhood is exactly as it occurred. Beyond that, even the memories which are not fully accurate are not false, per say. They are based in truth - real events, with merely one element... changed."

"Elsa's magic," Anna spoke in a little more than a whisper. "So all of that time we spent running through the snow, making snowmen..."

"It all happened," Grand Pabbie nodded. "Only, strictly speaking, slightly differently from how you recall. I have not the power to remove memories - only to obscure."

The humans watched the troll with newly furrowed brows, implicitly urging him to clarify.

"We call it the Inner Mirror," Grand Pabbie explained, drawing a wide circle in front of him on the dirt floor. "It is a great lens, embedded in rock deep beneath the Valley before even my time. A magical creation, to be sure, and with powers to suit," the wise troll gazed at his circular illustration and the others followed, though he seemed to see far more in it than any of his company. "The Inner Mirror has the ability to alter in its reflection. When utilized correctly, it can be made to show things not how they were, but how they may have been," he paused, letting the words settle in the hut.

"Doesn't sound like a very good mirror to me," Kristoff quipped, though he could not even bring himself to laugh, much less the others.

"Perhaps not," Grand Pabbie agreed with unwavering sobriety. "However, it was perfect for my purposes on that night those years ago," he finally looked up and to the princess as he spoke. "When I healed the damage that Queen Elsa had done to your head, I also placed shards extracted from the Inner Mirror into your mind. They remain there - reflecting most things, but not all - to this day, clouding your memories."

Anna was suddenly aware of a collective presence in her head that she had grown used to long ago. She recognized it as the once-unplaceable barrier that she had so often felt between her and her sister - the 'separate lens' of which Grand Pabbie had spoken.

The princess shivered.

"But you can make my memories normal again," Anna said tentatively. "You can help me understand Elsa... right?"

"I believe so," Grand Pabbie confirmed. "Restoring your true memories should be easy, now that you are here. I would merely need to locate the shards and remove them with my own magic - a simple task," the troll paused, thinking it over for a moment. "I could do it now, if you wish."

"Now?" Anna raised her eyebrows in excited surprise. She looked over to her two travelling companions in turn - both men returning semi-confused yet encouraging nods - and then back to Grand Pabbie. "Now is good. Now is very good. What do I need to do?"

"You will need merely to relax," the old troll answered. "It is I who must concentrate."

Grand Pabbie looked over to his assistant and Ridgy seemed to hear words unsaid. The tired young one stood to his full height - still shorter than any other head in the hut - and shuffled over towards the door.

"The Messenger will wait with you outside," Grand Pabbie told Kristoff and Martin. "It should not take more than a few minutes, but I would prefer absolute silence."

The two men frowned.

"I didn't think we were being loud," Kristoff protested weakly.

Nonetheless, he and the guardsman rose to hunches and followed the small creature outside without another word.

Once he was alone with the princess, Grand Pabbie rubbed his hands together, stone scraping lightly against stone.

"Lay down," he commanded softly, rising from his seat and kicking the dirt before him to effectively erase his crude drawing. "Put your head here," the troll pointed to the cleared area.

Anna did as she was told. She fidgeted for a while - a product of her excitement and the uncomfortable, uncovered earth beneath - until she felt the rough touch of Grand Pabbie's fingers on her forehead and went still.

"Good," the princess could hear his voice from behind her. "Now, try to relax. It may help to close your eyes."

Anna took the advice, but she had to admit that she did not feel very much like relaxing. Even under her eyelids, her mind buzzed with thoughts of the memories which would soon be displayed to her in utter clarity for the first time since she was a child.

It was not until she started to feel the magic that the princess's heartbeat began to slow. Somehow, she could feel Grand Pabbie's reach in her head - not uncomfortable, merely there - and her thoughts began to grow muddled. Her excitement faded with her musings and, eventually, she was relaxed whether she liked it or not - not quite sleeping, but certainly no longer awake.

The only things that Anna was aware of in that moment were her memories, slowly warping under the troll's careful hand. She could perceive them being altered - or unaltered, rather - by the magic; could sense the truths which she so desired resurfacing at long last. In her hazy mind, she could feel them, just barely now within her reach...

Dee finished reading the half-empty page and turned to the next one. She briefly looked up at the queen to find her staring off at a far shelf, clearly not truly seeing at it at all.

"Is everything alright?"

Elsa was quick to regain her attention, glancing to Dee with a flash of surprise across her face.

"What? Yes, I'm fine," she assured the widow before her eyes went right back to a random shelf on the opposite wall and began to defocus again, her shock disappearing just as quickly as it had come. "Just... visualizing. Please, continue."

The queen found herself unsettled by the description of the Dark Mage. Listening to the widow read about his magic made her feel uneasy. It summoned memories of her own encounter with the figure in the courtyard - reminded her of the terror that she had felt at his words.

Elsa remembered it all now, her recollection having faded into the background over the course of her recovery.

The Dark Mage had said that their powers were the same in their destructiveness.

He had asked her if she had forgotten what magic truly was.

It took several concerned moments for Dee to finally nod. It took several more for her to turn down to the new page and resume reading.

All the while, Elsa seemed to be thinking, her lip curled under teeth in troubled concentration.

"Part two," Dee began again, oblivious. "The Attack."

The Dark Mage tried many things to feed his eternal bloodlust.

With his magic, he spawned a depraved Beast with sharp teeth and matted fur that travelled the land, striking notorious fear into the hearts of many men.

Under the Dark Mage's control, the Beast would attack the many kingdoms of the world, destroying all that lay in his path to toppling their grand castles.

Despite his success, his Dark Well was never satisfied with the ruination. The Dark Mage continued his raids, selecting larger targets each time.

It was late one Autumn night that the Beast came to the city of a great kingdom.

It rampaged through the city's streets in his usual fashion, wrecking and slaughtering indiscriminately. Aided by magic, the animal soon had the borough a chaotic mess: terrified people fleeing through ravaged, flaming streets.

However, in the square, amidst the chaos, the kingdom's knights were gathered.

In front, their shrewd Captain, Johan:

"It is our duty to defend our people. The Dark Mage's Beast must be defeated," he addressed his men. "It is far too quick for us to chase, I will admit, but I have another plan. In previous attacks, the creature has always seemed to have a similar goal in mind. I will assign us all into pairings and, together, we will block every avenue through which the Beast may reach to the castle. That way, no matter which way it chooses to proceed, we will be able to meet its speed with organized force."

The knights nodded, their Captain's faith finding its way to them through the speech.

Johan began to list off his assignments:

"Mark and Matthew will take the market's west exit; Lance and Norton, the east..." he went on and on. The knights rushed off at his orders until there was but he and one other man left in the square. "And then, you, Daniel, will accompany me to the Bridge."

The remaining Knight gulped and eventually grunted in understanding before joining his Captain in sprinting off in the night towards their destination.

Johan had selected his own companion carefully. As defenders of the Bridge, they would be directly in the Beast's most likely path to the castle. Naturally, the best duo would be needed to shoulder such responsibility.

Between him and Daniel, the Captain always liked to believe that he had just that.

What Johan lacked in physical power, the younger man made up for with superior muscles and reflexes. Where the Knight's confidence faltered, Johan had plenty to spare, often speaking up for his perpetually quiet comrade on their previous assignments.

Some of the pair's strength may have come from their opposites, but, most importantly, one thing about them was very much the same. Both knights held their kingdom above all else, making it doubtless that they were the best fit to serve as its most significant line of defense.

The two waited on the far side of the Bridge for a long time, listening to the roars of the Beast as it tore through the city.

The terrible noises grew closer and closer until they were nearly deafening.

On account of the darkness, only then did they begin to see the form of the Beast barreling towards them across the Bridge en route to the castle, just as Johan had anticipated.

Daniel followed his Captain in drawing his sword.

"Halt!" Johan called to the Beast ineffectively.

The animal did not so much as slow its charge. It growled on its approach, rumbling the very air around the two men.

Still, the knights stood bravely, their swords out.

Mere moments before the Beast would have collided with the blades, it leapt into the air, deftly dodging in order to pounce on the Captain from above.

While the movement was too quick and the night too dark for Johan, Daniel's arm swung upwards.

There was a scream from the Beast.

The Captain barely had time to crouch as the animal flew overhead and toppled onto the cobbles behind him.

The Beast roared again, screeching in angry agony. Blood flowed from a wide, fresh wound on one of its hind legs: the product of Daniel's swipe.

The creature stood unsteadily before the knights as Johan rose and the twin blades were pointed once more.

"Good," the Captain said harshly. "Now it won't be running away."

From within the injured Beast, the Dark Mage watched the two men, enraged by their defiance. He examined the Knight with his bloody sword, noting the way that his hand shook in holding it.

Johan signaled for his comrade to follow as he approached the squealing animal.

At once, the hidden Dark Mage sensed something in the Knight. The shaking arm was a hint; his constant silence, another. The Dark Mage deduced that Daniel was so greatly dedicated to his kingdom that he was terrified of possibly failing in his duty. So terrified, in fact, that his unease constituted an exploitable weakness.

The men moved to strike the debilitated creature.

The Dark Mage saw in the Knight's fear an opportunity for destruction unlike he had ever experienced before. It was the chance to destroy a man unlike murder: the potential for corruption that he found himself wanting to feed on desperately.

Suddenly, the Beast lurched out towards Daniel.

Daniel's arm swung out fast, but the Dark Mage's essence moved even faster.

The Beast fell to the ground, no longer breathing, a gash opened on its neck.

Daniel simply stood above the dead animal, motionless.

"You did it," Johan said in disbelief. "You truly did it."

The Knight did not budge.

"The Dark Mage's Beast is dead," Johan continued to marvel at the sight.

Daniel felt something inside of him, stunned by the sense of an peculiarity that had never been there before.

"Are you hurt?" the Captain finally noticed his comrade's stillness.

Slowly, Daniel turned his head to face the other man.

"No," he answered. "I don't think so."

Johan briefly flashed the strangest half-smile.

"You know," the Captain almost teased, "that may be the first time I have ever heard you talk. Are you sure you are feeling alright?"

Daniel certainly did not, but something made him nod anyway.

"Right," Johan returned the gesture. Quickly, his voice returned to graveness as he regarded the Beast's corpse. "This will have to wait until the morning. For now, we must go assess the damage to the city. Come along."

Oddly, Daniel felt compelled by more than his Captain's words to leave the Bridge as the men started back towards the square.

Anna could suddenly remember the last night she had spent with Elsa prior to her sister's isolation. She had always recalled it, sure, but on the dirt floor under Grand Pabbie's spell she could truly remember the events. Her meditation was so deep that the memory displayed itself in perfect focus to her, a pocket of lucidity in the fog that was her warping mind.

The picture in her mind was so clear that Anna was simply there, hindered no longer by the time that had passed since nor the shards' obscurities. The princess was again dashing down the staircase, Elsa just behind, her finger at her lips.

Experiencing the scene with a strange sort of self-awareness, Anna's semi-conscious mind started to note the oddities. She had always thought that they had gone out to the courtyard to play, but now they were running in the opposite direction. Before, she had always thought that she and Elsa had worn coats that night, but now it felt quite warm. She had always thought that she had awoken her sister to have a snowball fight, but now she distinctly - finally - remembered having something else in mind.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on," Anna descended two steps at a time, dragging her sister along by a firmly gripped wrist. She leapt off the staircase - Elsa just nearly avoiding a trip given the sudden forward motion - and was instantly at one of the castle's larger doors, putting all of her effort into pushing it open.

After a while, the two young princesses thrust together against the huge wooden handle until it gave and the two were able to enter the dark, empty hall. Elsa had only a moment to shove the door shut again before her sister's hand tightened around arm once more.

Anna's giggles were contagious as she pulled the other girl to the center of the room.

"Do the magic!" she begged, twirling to a stop and releasing her grip with a playfully pleading look. "Do the magic!"

Elsa's laughter reached its greatest point before it tapered. She raised her eyebrows, grinned at her sister, and then looked down to her free hands. They began to move in slow circles around each other, slowly stroking a held ball that was not there.

Not there yet, at least.

Anna put her face close to her sister's fingers as ice seemed to sprout from them, converging between her palms in a sparkling mound. The conjured snowball swelled, excess magic jumping from it in cool sparks and hovering excitedly in the air. The younger princess's eyes went wide, an awed admiration escaping her open mouth.

Then everything changed.

Or perhaps it had been that way all along.

The castle walls disappeared unceremoniously, the whole hall gone in an instant as if it had never existed there in the first place.

Anna's loose pajamas grew into a winter coat and she watched Elsa's outfit morph similarly, gloves and boots materializing out of nowhere.

The air around the princess suddenly had a bite to it that had not been there before. It carried snowflakes, illuminated by a new light - that of the moon, shining down directly through where a ceiling had never been.

Anna was outside. She was in the courtyard - its bricks blanketed white below her - just like she should have been.

Just like she had always remembered.

A few feet away, Elsa was still looking down at her hands proudly.

"Are you ready?" the elder sister asked, packing snow taken from a nearby drift tightly with her mittens.

The last thing Anna could recall was giggling as she scooped her own handful from the ground in preparation for the snowball fight.

The memory had returned to normalcy, descending rapidly into a familiar mistiness.

In Grand Pabbie hut, Anna's mind could almost feel how close she had gotten to the truth only to have it taken from her once more. It could vaguely recognize that she had remembered - truly remembered - for a time, but, more immediately, it could sense the ultimate failure of its circumstance.

Though the princess did not yet stir from her meditation, the old troll's hands left her forehead, his stone face wrinkled in worry.

In Anna's head, the shards from the Inner Mirror stubbornly remained.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this update, sorry it took so long to put it out. Lots going on across all the storylines, so sequencing has made it a bit difficult to write haha. We're steadily approaching the end of part two of the story, though, so that's pretty exciting!

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