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I nod.
Her expression hardens.
“Maybe it’s time he understands what that feels like.”
I smile slowly.
My little mortal is so magnificent.
Together, we shape the dream.
The temple disappears.
The stars vanish.
A small white chamber rises around Hypnos.
No doors.
No windows.
No shadows.
Nothing to command.
My father looks around.
“What is this?”
“A lesson,” I tell him.
White marble begins creeping over his feet.
He struggles.
The stone climbs higher.
“Stop this!”
Calla squeezes my hand.
I look at my father.
“For three thousand years, you taught me that power meant obedience.”
The marble reaches his waist.
“I learned something else.”
His eyes widen.
“Morpheus!”
“Power means nothing without mercy.”
The stone reaches his chest.
I step closer.
