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Nothing made sense.
Then (she forced her breath in and out) sense had a tenuous hold on things when chaos wizards ran wild. Lady Sybille could foresee them. She reached out to take the token
"Can we trust her?" said a low wizard, with black fur grizzled with silver.
She turned her back on Josette. A tenuous hope, a path that lead somewhere. Or perhaps did not. The Wilde Wood might have a path to nowhere, or one that went around in circles. Even went around in circles without actually turning anywhere. But William had to find directions. Soldiers did.
As he walked down, step by step, that knowledge seemed ever more frail and tenuous. They might have destroyed it. Encrypted. Shipped it off to a far location, so he would never find it. He might have nothing but his word alone.
He sniffed the air. No. From the chemicals, they experimented still.