Dream

Tearing his boots free of the sticky floor, D went over to the closest lattice,
put his left hand and both feet against the center of it, and then leaned his
body against it. His brow crinkled ever so slightly. The lattice of thin vines
had grown needle-like thorns that pierced his hands and feet.
“Oww . . . This is the real thing!”
Though the Hunter’s left hand may have overstated the case, it was clear the
pain from this was real. The blood running out of him was real, too—the
dream’s reality. In which case, a death in a dream might be a death in
reality.


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