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To Market
“Peter.” Someone pulled on his arm. “Wake up.”
He opened his eyes. “What?” He was on the floor next to his bed.
“You were thrashing around.” Cune was staring at him. “Bad night?”
Peter sat up. His nightshirt was damp with sweat. “Sorry I woke you.”
“I was already awake. It is time to get up. In fact, you are late again. Master Nowak already called twice from downstairs.” Cune looked at him curiously. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, thanks.” Peter stood up and began to pull on his clothes. “I will be downstairs in a moment.” After Cune left the room, Peter sat down again. His thoughts raced as he remembered the Christmas trees, the music, and the water flowing in the kitchen. The images of Lioba’s world swirled in his mind. It was not real. Her world did not even exist. It wa
