“Are you real?” A voice, deep as ever, broke the silence; eternal, yet fleeting like the midnight hour.
“You’ve asked me that before,” Vhalla replied.
Aldrik looked away, thought knitting his brow. “I have, haven’t I?”
“When I first met you here,” she affirmed softly.
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