"One of them." Around Zagreus, the cotton candy starts acting less like quicksand and more like a sea, undulating slowly around him in easy waves. If he cares to notice, a school of Swedish Fish pass him by just under the surface.
And Gabriel himself, instead of sitting on the banister, is sitting at the end of a dock, offering Zagreus a hand up. "Like it?"
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And Gabriel himself, instead of sitting on the banister, is sitting at the end of a dock, offering Zagreus a hand up. "Like it?"