Everything moved in real-time, but then again, it didn’t. It all started with Rory, watching his body fall through the trap door. The endless moment slugged like molasses, as if Time wanted Rían to remember every element of his brother’s execution, to remember what he saw, to remember how he couldn’t breathe, to remember how his own stomach plummeted with Rory into that hole. These were the moments that moved frame by frame, like a movie in slow motion, and then suddenly jumping into live action over and over again. There were times he heard the shouts blaring in his ears as the crowd erupted into chaos, and then times when all he heard was the rapid thumping of his heart clogging his ears.
And then there was that roar that filled the courtyard. The terrible rumble that shook his body and
