I actually had a dream about the interlude last night. Even before I read it.

In my dream, it was prose. But being a dream, it was utterly nonsensical poetry. It was so nonsensical that I realised I was dreaming and thought "Hey, I haven't even read the interlude yet!"

The Blue Child, huh? That is epic, my friend. It was also, as always, well written.

I hope the Zinine connection is explained, too.

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