“Am I dead?” He spoke the words loudly, startling those closest to him on the street who turned to stare, and then laughing turned away. They can see me and hear me. Surely that’s a good sign. Mayhap they’re dead as well. The last things that he remembered were the advancing Campbells and the sound of a gunshot. He had been quite sure he’d meet his end there at their hands and it was possible that he had, although he didn’t recall feeling any pain and he didn’t remember anything that had happened after he made the wish on his pocket watch.
The crowds closed in around him and before he knew what was happening he felt himself being bumped and jostled in the direction of a large castle. He struggled to stand his ground, but to no avail. It was as if he had no will of his own as he was drawn along with the crowds, closer and closer to the castle doors. Strange thoughts assailed his brain. Was he in heaven… or hell? The uncomfortable heat and noise had him believing it was the latter, but a moment later he was shoved through a rotating door into the very cool interior of the castle. Were there castles in heaven? He stood wide-eyed and unsure of where to go, something that was foreign to him. Braeden had always been very sure of himself, but the wonder of all he saw stripped him of his confidence. He was happy to be away from the oppressive heat, but the crowds and noise still surrounded him, making it difficult to think.
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