Home. The word rose up like bile. He forced it down. This room belonged to a different Kell, the one whose coat no longer fit. The one who had sat at a gilded table downstairs, trying to teach Rhy magic, the one for whom it came as easily as air. And standing there, amid the memories, he flinched, because of how badly he wanted to be that Kell again. To have that life back. But it was gone. He had become someone else. By necessity, not choice. And yet, this place called him back. Wrapped its arms around him in a strange embrace, and made promises it couldn’t keep.
