![]() ![]() 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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