Chapter 26
Chapter 26: The Confession at the Bedside The drive to the hospital was a silent voyage through a ruined landscape. Tom drove himself, his hands clenched on the wheel, his profile etched against the passing streetlights like a stone effigy. Dream sat beside him, the city blurring into streaks of light, the weight of the coming confrontation pressing down on them both. The guards had been left behind, a forgotten detail in the face of this seismic shift. The private wing of the hospital was a world of hushed tones and sterile calm, a stark contrast to the tempest inside them. A stern-faced nurse led them to a room where an old man lay amid a tangle of wires and monitors. Arthur Blackthorn Sr. looked shrunken, a pale ghost of the formidable patriarch Dream had seen in old photographs. But
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