The Distant Nightmare

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The dream came first. A field of white ash. A single oak. Roots like fingers digging into the earth. Unmoving. Eternal. Kael stood in the dream. His armor was heavy. The metal was cold. He looked at the tree. It looked at him. He woke. The chamber was stone. Dark. The air tasted of dust and old blood. He lay on the straw mat. His breath was shallow. A voice spoke in the dark. "Again." Kael did...

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