I rubbed my eyes. I must have dozed off again because the old man, Dream Master, was now in the corner, curled up like a cat on a dirty rug, and a guard was in the dungeon with us. The old guard started to yank Dream Master’s torn shirt, but King Cyril swore. “No, not him, bring the boy!” I looked up to see King Cyril staring down at me through the open hatch. From this angle he looked extra weathered and droopy, his wrinkles deeper. If he ever got his wife back from the Land of Resting Souls, they would look odd, like father and daughter. Unless the dead continued to age in the afterlife…which would make my brother thirteen. I smiled to myself as a vision of my baby brother, all grown up, filled my head. He’d be tall, like me, and his hair would be curly and wild like mine. The guard seized me by my shirt collar and yanked me to my feet before staring up at the king for confirmation.
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