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  92. By Amanda Hocking

While Finn was off comforting Mia, I reached across the table and pulled Johan’s book back over to me. I flipped through it, scanning the worn paper, until I spotted a passage underlined in bold ink.

“A bird will fall in love with a magi but where will they hatch their egg?” Senka asked sadly.

I turned through more pages, searching for other underlined passages, and I finally found another, thirty-three pages later.

The suns set in the green sky when the good morning becomes the violent night.

And then another twenty-one pages later, a similar message underlined:

“Remember the words of the häxdoktor—the suns will set in the green sky when the good morning becomes the violent night,” Jo-Huk warned his brother.

The final lines I found underlined were at the very end of the book, in the unsigned acknowledgments. There were only three sentences, brief but impactful.

Some stories demand to be told, and this was one of them. I thank my family for allowing me the time to take my hand at telling it. All of this was written before, and no doubt it will be again.

Finn’s cell phone rang from the other room, a shrill tone loud enough to easily be heard over the sound of screaming children if need be. A few minutes later, he came into the kitchen with a hopeful smile.

“That was my friend, the one that might be able to help you recover your memory,” he said. “They can meet you at the palace right now, if you’re up for it.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready to remember everything.”

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Finn and I waited in the parlor, and I was happy that I’d changed out of my ill-fitting attire into a much more presentable crocheted romper. I had been to a few events at the palace—ancillary invites, thanks to Finn—but those had all been in grand ballrooms crowded with other guests. This was my first time in the smaller, more private but still luxe areas of the Queen’s residence.

The Trylle palace was the most modern I had seen, an opulent white mansion near the top of the bluffs with plenty of windows to make the most of the lush view of thick forests and a wide river.

The parlor was in the corner of the palace, with the two outer walls made entirely of glass. The wallpaper was cream colored with a subtle shine accentuating a pale green vine pattern. Books lined the shelves on one wall, and on the other, above a marble fireplace, was a painting of a stunning young woman, sitting in a garden.