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In my world,” said Posy, “authors write stories, and the characters do whatever the author tells them. It’s not like this–the characters don’t have minds and lives of their own.””How do you know this?” was Caris’ surprising reply. The corner of her mouth turned up in a playful smile. “You do not see the characters when the pages of the book are shut. Is there never a time when you read a book for the second time and you notice something that you didn’t remember from the first time? Or hear a story told, and every time it is told it grows and changes in the telling? Change is the nature of everything.
