4
LINCOLN
Hades lumbers closer. The scent of burned wood and copper fills the air. “You don’t even know what a conjurer does, do you?” He pauses a few yards away from the stage. “In my case, I consume some souls and empower others.”
My mind sifts through everything this could mean. The obvious choice is that I’m dreaming.
Hades moves his right hand across his chest. When the movement is complete, a ghost hangs from the tip of Hades’ talons. It’s as if the conjurer were holding someone’s soul by the head. I focus on the semi-transparent figure.
It looks a lot like Raedwulf.
I sit up straighter. “That can’t be.”
“If you don’t believe it, then it can’t be so.” Hades jams the soul back into his chest. “That wasn’t your grandfather.”
I blink hard. What a horrible nightmare. Raedwulf sim
