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the night. The mixing of dream and reality had certainly
bent the physics of the physical towards the metaphysical,
but my father’s recent display of power was beyond any
demonstration I’d seen before, in or out of New Victoria. Yet
it was definitely a dream I suspected of enlarging the fury of
my father, save that this one was red, and filled with wolves.
With their infantry momentarily diffused into the night,
the generals of the nightmare army closed in. I could sense
the cold fires of their blue eyes reaching out to me, eager to
snuff my solidity. I wasted no time acquiring the dwelling
of the man I had come to consult. Strangely, the floating
creatures withdrew to the farthest darkness, their blue eyes
dying like stars at dawn. I wondered if I’d crossed into a
space beyond their power. Whatever the reason for their
retreat, I had reached my destination. I sat down for a time to
regain my strength, drifting into gentle memories of standing
in the rain with my mother.

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