Nate woke up with a start.
He was sweating, though he couldn’t imagine why.
“Sandman?” he called outside, assuming that the man was still outside his door. “Can bạn come in?”
Drowsily, Sandman twisted the knob, awake enough to be able to understand further orders.
“Sir?” he asked, slurring his speech slightly.
“I had a nightmare, Sandman,” đã đưa ý kiến Nate, sounding like a little kid.
Sandman sighed. “Come with me,” he said, helping Nate up.
So it’s happening again, thought Sandman. He only wanted to help his king, this… well, not much thêm than a child, really, who was such a pleasure...
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