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The garden was brighter than memory, and he could hear his sister's laughter. She was teasing Vynnek. He knew his sister well enough to hang back. He was doing the right thing, letting her marry. Perhaps it was a bit odd that it was his best friend and his sister. Politics did allow for this all the time. Strengthening ties and whatnot. So the ruse would work. and his sister would be happy. That was all that mattered. He couldn't fight smiling.
He rounded the corner and there--
They were dead. The somber soldiers shoveled dirt over their still forms. Then the soldiers paused. The little girl in the dirtied gray dress perched on the edge of her parents' grave. Her young face was impassive. He felt his own features settle in similar lines, and his niece became a mirror. He didn't recognize the face there. It was his, and not. His skin shone Silver. Silver like the magic he used to hide his true self. His real face.
He reached up a hand, meaning to strip it away, but rather than revealing himself, there was nothing. Emptiness. His fingers Scraped silver and found nothing in the mirror. His belly hardened. His breath caught in his throat.
His niece screamed.
Suddenly Kyr was awake and sitting in his bed. Loysa needed him.