Chapter 448. Mirror of Water

CHRIS

Gold, the most precious thing on earth. What men dream of possessing all the time, what they yearn for to be entirely moldable to make all kinds of objects. And now that same gold, which even I once desired, seemed like an evil metal.

The weasel was spreading gold everywhere. And there were no people in the kingdom, not a single castle guard. A golden desert, with the old things that characterized the place where I thought, I was happy the time I was there. Even if it was very short.

Only Plettekman was running, between the furniture in the corridors. As if it were fun for him.

“I’m home,” I said, looking at the kingdom again, even though what I was looking at was hurting me a lot.

“You’re home,” another voice said, answering me firmly to my vague statement.

Sallie, it was Sallie’s voice. I must have still been talking aloud in bed. The ghosts were causing me the wounds that these visions of death, of the end of the kingdom, were causing. Li