He’d told us of his passing, how he had been greeted by the Savage King himself in the realm of death alongside his queen. He had spent time with his mother and Hamish, and even his uncle Radcliff, the brother Lionel murdered, and with my father too. He described a great palace filled with endless rooms and a golden mist that hung in the air like stardust, and how he could furnish a room for him to live in and make it look however he liked with nothing but a thought. He had watched us too, pushed against the very fabric of The Veil to stand at our sides during moments when we had thought of or
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