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  92. By Amanda Hocking

“I was actually hoping you might be able to help me with that.” I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them to me.

Brueger jumped up on the bed, lying between me and Pan, and Pan absently scratched him as he gave me a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Remember, weeks ago, when you visited me in the lysa?” I asked.

He smiled in a sly way, his skin slightly darkening, and I knew he was thinking of the rather intense kiss we’d shared within the confines of the psychic dream. “Of course.”

“How did you do it?” I asked.

“Why?”

“That dream I had before, with the city collapsing in green fire, I think that might have really been a lysa. It was so real, and I remember it the way I remember a lysa, not all hazy the way dreams usually are.”

“But who would be doing the lysa? It takes two,” he said.

“I don’t know exactly.” I licked my lips. “I think it’s the woman in the dream. The one in the dress made of flowers and the shawl of feathers. She kept telling me that I had to do something, but I don’t know what I need to do.”

“So you wanna do a lysa with her so you can ask what’s going on?” he surmised.

“Exactly.”

“But you don’t know who that woman is?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, no, I don’t.”

He exhaled and stared off, thinking. “I am no expert on lysas, and I don’t know if what you’re suggesting is possible. But if it is, Dagny would be the one to know how to do it.”

Forty minutes later, when I was back in my apartment and had finished explaining everything to Dagny, she sat silently on the couch, taking it all in.

“Okay,” she said finally. “I think I can do that with you.”

“Really?” Pan asked in surprise. He’d come back with me to find out what she would say.

“Yeah.” Dagny nodded. “But I’ll need help from both of you.”

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Lysa

Clouds covered the sky, and the wind coming off the ocean had a bite to it, especially up here on the widow’s walk at the top of the Mimirin institution. The narrow pathway ran along the length of the highest point of the roof, and it was maybe five feet across, with wrought-iron railings running along either side before the roof sloped sharply downward. Up here, we had a stunning view of the city of Merellä to the east and the Pacific Ocean to the west.

Thirteen towers protruded around the edges of the building, and atop each one was a glass atrium containing a solitary Ögonen. They stood tall and motionless, staring emptily at the far-off horizons.