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They walked out into the real November 15—gray, wet, unremarkable. And for the first time in a long time, Freya von Doom felt absolutely no need to change a single thing. mylfed 24 11 15 freya von doom and claire roos fix
The tower fell silent. Reality reasserted itself. Freya's leather coat stopped flickering between leather and chainmail. Her living room returned—coffee table intact, dog silent and dead (sadly, but correctly). They walked out into the real November 15—gray,