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about how these calls always seem to come at two in the morning,
Fact, normally bad news!
The dream seemed to slide off him in fragments, still littering the floor of his mind like something broken and not yet swept up.
Beautiful!
Thunderheads with purple bellies had formed in the west; they dragged slowly back and forth across the horizon, but seemed to come no closer.
You can only learn from the Master King!
