They wanted to talk, but I was done. I left them to hash out their own guilt and frustration while I finally let myself think of home.

And Gram.

Mom descended to my side, took my hand as I sliced open the veil and headed for Wilding Springs. Pressed my crystal into my palm as she did, returning it to me. The tiny soul inside rejoiced at our reunion, but I couldn't muster enthusiasm. Not when I didn't know what waited for me on the other end of the trip.

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