Halo

Sweaty in the night she gasps for an open breath, another bad dream, another stream gone awry. How can this be she thought as the leaves slowly turn gold. The branch softly scratches at the window. Below unseen unheard in the land of colors and mist, a one-eyed pikeman delivers the news to his liege. She awakens sir, do we stop the transmission? Nay, he cried, let’s take her for another ri...

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