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"Why did you come here?" Clara asked.

"It's done," Rook whispered. "She's not waking up anymore. She's dreaming. And in her dream, she's a gardener." The Council of Patrons arrived the next morning. Seven men and women in gray suits, each one wearing a brooch shaped like a Greek mask. They did not knock. muses8 comics

"The Fracture isn't real," snapped Agatha Christie's heir, a sharp-eyed woman named Mira who could weave Narrative Threads —literal strands of cause and effect. She tugged one now, watching a silver line loop around her finger. "It's a myth. A story we tell ourselves so we don't feel incomplete." "Why did you come here