"I can't help you," the witch said, "I can only mend what is broken."
"Am I not broken?"
"Your soul is hale, your body is hale. They just don't fit together. It happens."
"Is there nothing you can do?"
"Find someone else with the same complaint, and I'll swap your souls."


They found each other on the edge of the plains, near the end of time, but only just. The witch had been right. Now they had to find her, and where she went -- the one who could bring them into equalibrium -- was another story for another time, one that was still unfolding years later.

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