Hindsight

[shosen]

I wake gasping, heart pounding.

Uzil didn't know that name, hadn't been there when it was said.  It wasn't one I ever uttered, couldn't say it.

It seems to glow on the paper, red.  His name, Uzil talking of letters written in my hand, gold exchanged, why?

We should have let Juliard burn the body.