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When we returned to the stones, the fae rested in precisely the same spot we’d left her. Her eyelids covered her eyes, and her hands still folded on her stomach. Even her tidy bun had the same wispy hairs running away from it and framing her face.

With those flyaway hairs covering her ears, she looked like a harmless human. But then she spoke. “That was close, boys. It’s been nearly two hours.”