‘You dreamed of me?’ I wiped my wet face with my shirtfront. ‘I did.’ ‘What did you dream?’ His hand went lax under my feet. I didn’t move them. His words came as slow as dripping honey. ‘I dreamed many dreams. Not always about you but futures that became possible when you existed. I dreamed of a wolf that unmasked a puppeteer. I dreamed of a scroll that unwrote itself. I dreamed of a man who shook planks off himself and became two dragons. I dreamed—’ ‘I dreamed that one, too!’ I spoke before I considered if I should. Silence, save for two other prisoners whispering down the corridor. ‘I’m
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