I felt the bile rise in my throat as my eyes went a little blurry at the edges, leaving an image of a glowing orange brand to flash before me. I cringed back trying to get away from the picture in my mind, clenching my hands in my lap. I felt the heat of an old memory radiate next to my neck, hovering for a few seconds at my jugular, before I felt it touch me, a searing hot pain, before I shook myself, jogging reality back into place. I breathed quickly in and out, gripping the table to keep myself grounded. I watched as my eyes refocused and the stinging sensation on my throat dissipated. I gasped quietly for air when I was fully freed from the episode, putting my attention back on Benedict.
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In the name of courage.
FantasyA young man, tortured by his past, must learn to differentiate between courage and cowardice in a journey that may lead him to his death.
