Fear Incarnate

“What is your question, my son?” he asked. I grabbed a sec to take in a balanced breath. “Commissar, I’ve…I’ve…” “What, Trajan? Speak. Do not shrink from your king.” I rubbed my head. “This War is madness,” I said, blurted really. “If there are those who say war is sublime, then you do well to show them their err.” My ears pricked a bit. To “show” to him sure seemed to mean somethin’ completely different than what us mortals assumed.

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