The Brindletom clambered from his fetid nest in the rafters and slid down to the worktable, fur rustling against silk rope. "I dreamed last night," he told Erdi.
"Mm?" she murmured, flipping a page.
"I dreamed I was a man trapped in a hideous mannikin-body."
"I was slave to an enchantress who had promised to free me, and I had been thus for many lifetimes."
Erdi quirked an eyebrow. "Brindle, what use is there in dreaming things the way they are?"
"While I slept," said the Brindletom, staring at his black, veiny hands, "I could believe they were not true."
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