“Your sleep was troubled,” I answered. I cast my eyes over the hill. “I could hear you fighting against the wizard’s spell every night. You called me. Gave me no peace. The wizard will kill me if he knows I’ve come here. He’s still alive, in a way, you know? It’s his world you were trapped in, and his world again now that you’re awake. You may miss the fantasy one. The real one’s no cake walk.”
The awakened rises to his feet, the sludge of his decay raining from his hollow corpse.
“No,” he said. “I’m tired of sleep.”
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