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That dream again. The screams are still echoing in my ears, they seem to linger for longer each morning after I have that wretched dream... which is all but every night now. I remember something else... a voice, two voices? What were they saying?



Hang on. What the hell is this? I didn't go to sleep outside in the middle of nowhere, I certainly shouldn't be waking up in such a place.

It's cold out here, and quiet, far too quiet. Where am I? What's going on?

Stand Up

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