“This says you are a king,” I said, pounding it into the beam.
He gathered a breath and looked at me, said, “Yes.”
He pulled himself up to get another breath. “Not here,” he gasped, “Not yet.”
From above, it looked like war. A large crowd was moving down the hill, led by a woman who had long been going downhill and had nothing left to lose. Another large crowd was climbing toward them, led by a man with nothing to gain. They collided at the cemetery outside...
“These faces I carry with me.”
“You have come with the right question,” he said. “I am willing.”
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