[ maybe this isn’t happening. maybe he slipped at the shores of the river and hit his head, and this is a hallucination; that he’s going to wake up momentarily; that he’s finally cracked from so many years of dutiful solitude. but if that is the case - well, not all dreams are night terrors.
hades turns to look out at the garden, surveying the sparse patches of decaying push and fragile, nearly-dead trees. finally, he points to what should be a peach tree. ] That one.
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hades turns to look out at the garden, surveying the sparse patches of decaying push and fragile, nearly-dead trees. finally, he points to what should be a peach tree. ] That one.