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“Stop,” Madelyn tells Amahle. “Stop with the music! Stop with the panic! Stop!”
Amahle looks desperate and the distant drumming doesn’t stop. “It is how I feel. I can’t help it.”
“I do not care how you feel,” Madelyn tells her. “I only care about you.”
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The next day, Amahle appears on the deck and ghosts of her ancestors fill the air. Suzy and I lock the door to our home. But a few ghosts just pass through the walls.
Thankfully the ghosts are not aggressive and do nothing but moan and wail.
I look out the window. Master Mind is taking the ship up and to the tunnels.
Suzy looks at the ghosts fly past her. I wonder how afraid she is, but she says, “Amahle is in so much pain, Walt. I wish I could help her.”
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“Amahle, uh,” Joy finds it hard to speak. She holds the lion claw necklace in her hand. “When we were in your childhood home, uh…”
“She accidentally made a necklace real,” Justin says, clearly trying to help Joy find a way out.
“What?” Amahle is surprised.
“No, I didn’t!” Joy says aggressively. “It wasn’t an accident! I can control myself! I touched your grandfather’s necklace and made it real. I made it real and then I took it. I just wanted it so bad, and I thought, what’s the harm?”
Amahle’s face shows pain. “I thought you were my friend, Joy. I took you in. I showed you my past. I wake up in your world every day because we’re friends.”
“We are friends!” Joy looks down.
“Friends don’t steal!” Amahle explodes angrily.
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Even though this is Justin’s dream, Amahle is the only dreamer here, and she controls the dream.
The dream changes an hour later. The Zulu village of Amahle’s mother in the middle of the desert changes to a bustling city street. I have never been, but I assume it is Johannesburg, the city Amahle grew up in.
From being inside a hut, surrounded by darkness, Amahle and Joy are in a small apartment building, surrounded by the same cloud of darkness. Bonny’s Revenge, with Suzy and me in it, hovers a few meters above the street, with buildings to every side.
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