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Yet as he spoke, any notion of him being a mere conjuring of her dreams was swept away. Whoever he was, he existed in the real world. How Sigrid knew this she could not explain, but the certainty she felt in it was undeniable.

Then how could she not know him? With hair dark as pitch and eyes far too weary to be set in such a youthful face…he was not someone she imagined to be easily forgotten.

— Excerpt from Beneath the Earth and Woods