"Oh, no, Cass," Meer said. She stepped into Cassandra's cloud of smoke and wrapped her arms around her sister's middle. Gently, Miriam started to guide Cassandra towards the well-worn sofa. There was nothing good in the sage; no further answers. This was enough.

"You're sure it was a vision?"

She knew Cassandra was sure; Cassandra was always sure. Whichever higher power spoke through her sister did not put on airs, at least not about what it was doing - this was a vision, and it was not a good one.

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