![]() “You,” I said, my voice foreign to my ears, weak and brittle. I saw you chained in a prison cell … You were soaked in blood. ![]() I remembered her telling me about her dream. But the wound wept yellow, and my brow was feverish, the filth of the cell seeping in. I wasn’t dead yet, so I knew that the knife plunged into my belly had at least missed anything vital. Shouldn’t you do something? Was it a laugh I heard as the beam faded away? Or was it a quarterlord taunting me? What have we here? It pointed at my belly now, my shirt stiff with dried blood. The narrow beam came only after long spells of darkness, maybe once a day? I wasn’t sure, and even then it didn’t stay for long, sneaking in like a curious onlooker. How long had I been here? Five days? A month? Eleven years? I called out to my mother and then I remembered. It should have been easy, but the warmth eluded me. ![]() A dusty beam of light wormed its way through the stone, and I leaned in, hoping to steal some warmth. ![]()
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