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writing/post-self/marsh/prophecies.md

@@ -216,4 +216,14 @@ What Right Have I listened attentively to Slow Hours's description of her prophe
 
 By the end, she was nearly growling.
 
+If I Dream lifted her snout from where her gaze had drifted. "Did she know, my dear? Or did she only have a recurring anxious nightmare? Do we not all have a hundred recurring anxious nightmares a year?"
 
+The skunk glowered. "And? If that is–" A tic briefly interrupted her, and this time she really did growl, though it appeared to be more at herself than anything. "If that is so, then why were these  not known?"
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+Slow Hours straightened up and frowned at her cocladist, though, some dispassionate part of her noted, her emotions were sad, rather than angry in turn. "I apologize if that came off as in any way glib, What Right Have I, or as though I could have done anything about them. I did try to get in touch with Michelle after those nights of dreams, but she only smiled and reassured me that she would "live on". It was not until after that those words had any import." 
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+What Right Have I's shoulders sagged, though she was clearly still gritting her teeth.
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+She sighed, continuing, "And perhaps it is as No Longer Myself says. They were anxious nightmares. However, they still bore the acrid tang of ill omens to me. There was a scent of premonition, and so I have slotted them neatly into that category, even if they were only caused by anxiety."
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+There followed a long moment while the skunk processed this. She seemed to be running down a mental checklist, as her rapid breathing shifted almost immediately into something deeper and more even