Taking His Place

I lay strapped to the bed, a needle in each of my arms and legs. My father told me I needed to think about what I had done.

What had I done? I’m not even sure.

I had been helping Malakar get free, trying to help him escape, and my father had come in and found me. Mal had tried to reach down to grab me, maybe to kill me, as my father says, but I think he was trying to save me.

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