I dream of Kain. It starts with me soaring over the canopy of Yggdrasil, high in the sky, at one with the mists. I have huge wings, the color of my sister's hair, and a pale blue snake is coiled around my neck, its long body wrapped around my shoulders, comforting and solid. But then the tree below me changes, and my wings falter. The world is burning. Everything beneath me is on fire. A wolf the size of Odin's High Hall, made of huge, lethal, blazing flames, is incinerating everything in its path. It moves through the canopy, through the courts, and nothing is left in its wake but ash-covered
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