Chapter 12
I’m way early to the meeting. It’s not just that I’m eager for the company of people who know I’m not some specter, it’s that there aren’t many places for me to go during daylight hours.
Everybody is awake and hardly anyone takes naps anymore. Sure, I could visit the old and sick, but honestly, they don’t have the best dreams. Their dreams tend to be hijacked by their ailments and are often as disturbed as those of prisoners.
So here I am, pacing around the council table. I can see the lakeshore outside as well as the keyhole-shaped peninsula upon which our council room stands.
Our first council room was in a manor in the forest. I happened to stumble on it once while I was exploring the Dreaming. It must have been dreamt by an elder, because the woods streamed with beams of
