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ARCHER.
How can something impossible be possible? Archer is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his body fall, I saw his blood flood the ground and when I put my ear to his chest, the beat of his life was gone.
I went to the island with Ginata and pushed his dead body into the water.
And yet here he is, his bright red hair as vibrant as before, his blue eyes glowing, his smile as I remember.
He’s standing with Halfreda’s teacher.
And Brett.
The three of them are smiling at me and again I feel the lightness in my head, the woozy feeling, making my knees buckle, and I know that I’m going to faint when the three smiling men are obscured by thick, fuzzy black spots that swim across the impossible scene in front of me.
Maybe I have already fainted and this is a dream.
That must be it, because Halfreda’s teacher left before Macsen’s coronation, Brett hated Archer and knocked him out and would never want to help him, and Archer is dead.
A dream.
It doesn’t hurt when I hit the floor, it’s a relief to let go, to lose control.