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Chapter 93: Face Reality.
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... r place.
The smell of wood, the sound of birds and rustling leaves, and the soft glow of the morning sun made him aware of where he was.
He’d had that nightmare again; fighting to save that girl in the alley, then walking off with her on his back as the rain fell.
That dream or vision had appeared so many times that he could never know the number. But once in a while, it threw him in disarray. Luckily, this wasn’t one of those times.
He hadn’t paid attention at fi ...
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