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Of course not. [The reply comes unnaturally quick, automatic and without really thinking.] Such a thing isn't possible.
[Except it had happened, plain as day, right before him. A glance at Fynn's hand shows stained blood, but not flowing crimson. It's gone, and his own finger aches as if he was the one the knife had cut into.
A glance at his hand, as if it were some foreign thing now.]
It's impossible. It was a part of one of my memories, but-
[He cuts himself off. But he still didn't think this would happen.]
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