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Nico curled his fingers around the coin. He dreaded the upcoming journey, but he also felt the residual warmth of the stories they had shared. They clung to him, wrapping around him like a protective layer.
From Gorgyra’s dress, the voices reached out to Nico one last titime, but now he heard something besides devastation and fear
…
Hope.
You might just make it, one said.
You keep that one close.
Someone like that is a rare find.
You are not alone.
The whispers dissipated and returned to Gorgyra’s gown, turning the fabric a luminous pink, like imperial topaz. ‘Thank you, Gorgyra,’ Nico said quietly. ‘The stories were to give us strength for the journey, weren’t they?’
‘They were,’ she said, her voice raw with emotion. ‘But it is I who should be thanking you. You came and visited an old nymph. You offered me kindness, and you showed me that love
and companionship still exist in the mortal world.
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