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The woods went Red with Dream. I saw them gathered
before me, the Wolves—Molly, Janus, The Prince, Mister
Hide, the legendary Jack Lantern, and all the rest. Their
hunger filled me, became me. We were all together again,
for the first time. I could feel them overflowing the banks of
my body, shadows moving in my blood, secrets searching
out my mind.
I went to my family where they lay, taking them up. My
sisters’ sweet laughter filled my soul. Their smiles, half-
moons made whole, inside me. Father’s fire became my
bones, unbreakable. His thunder, my voice. I stood victorious
beneath the whispering fires of an endless September, in a
Dream of Wolves.
The next moment was filled with the perfume of burning
flowers, and a voice that couldn’t be. “My wonderful boy.
My Red Son.”

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