By the time the high worshipper ended the ceremony with a customary prayer to the Mabs, to watch over us and keep us happy and prosperous together, I couldn’t stop smiling and neither could Jugs. When we turned to face our miniscule audience, grief stabbed through me yet again as my eyes automatically tried to seek out the grinning face of my twin brother. I pushed the pain back, blinking rapidly and hoping that wherever he was, perhaps he could feel my happiness. Perhaps it would give him some comfort, to know that I was truly living again, not just existing in a void of nothingness. Perhaps
...more
