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Demetrius
Blanketed with sweat, Demetrius sprang out of bed and reached for a cigarette. The blow to his head had solved the mystery. He had found the hidden door to the windowless room that chambered the secrets of his identity for twenty-eight years. He was David, the boy in the dreams, the abused child. American, not Greek, he lived with his family on a military base and had been washed overboard in a violent storm. Presumed drowned, Turannos Kariakos found and raised him as his son.
Bizarre. No other words came close. He knew he had amnesia, the explanation given to him why he couldn‘t recall the first twelve years of his life; but after so many years of darkness, he resigned himself to a forgotten early childhood. Now his mind flooded with memories and they came to him in waves,
