This dream is different, has a sense of belonging. It was a dream in progress when she arrived, slipping into the skin of a ghost of herself.

It was the Circle, but not. The walls and hallways were wider, brighter. Sunlight shone in, in colorful puddles across the stone floor, and a courtyard boasted a garden she knew not to be there in reality. This was the Circle as he might have wished it, without fear and enclosure, the templars almost non-existent and still as statues, far away. A place they would both be happy and safe.

That place had never existed. Simon had to know that. He was a mage too, the Fade couldn't fool him. But she hadn't seen him so untroubled in months.