Synopsis
A child was collapsed on the ground right outside my door, so I brought him in. The problem was, something about him felt uncomfortably familiar. He reminded me of the villain from a fantasy novel I'd read before. 'No, that's impossible.' The villain from that story was a grown man by now, and he'd be somewhere in the capital, not passed out in front of my house. I shook the thought off and focused on taking care of the kid. Then one night, he showed up clutching a pillow, saying he'd had a bad dream. "When I look at you,…
