But Nightmare … she was new. A mystery. And a threat. When he closed his eyes, he could see her, the slightest glint of her eyes visible in the shadow of her hood. Without expression. Without remorse. Without fear, even as she’d said those words—the words that had haunted him for years. Even now, he couldn’t be sure whether he’d imagined her saying them. That it hadn’t been part of a dream played out while he’d been unconscious. One cannot be brave who has no fear. He released a shuddering breath. It hadn’t been a dream. She had said them. It couldn’t be coincidence. “Nightmare,” he whispered,
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