Chapter 62

• It all begins with a dream. I'm sprinting through a flower garden. It's overgrown and wild. Someone is keeping an eye on me, and they are aware that I am present. I continue running, my gaze fixed ahead on a large yew tree in the distance. Soldiers' footsteps can be heard behind me. They're coming after me; he's sent them to find me. I keep running through the undergrowth and dead branches until I reach the yew. I stoop down and begin digging frantically with my bare hands, clawing and raking at the earth in search of what is mine.
• It has arrived...
• I'm aware it's arrived.