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I woke up, and for a long moment I stared up at the ceiling of my room and reassured myself that it was all a fabrication of my own scumbag mind.
A mind that is remarkably creative and vivid in its fabrications, holy hell.
It had been a nightmare or a terror dream; I wasn’t positive on the differences between the two.
If there are differences, I’ve never heard of the latter, I think.
It was my brain drawing together all my guilt about what we’d done to Shadow Stalker, the role I’d played in Dinah being kidnapped and leaving my dad; knitting it all into some convincing, disturbing scenario.
Ah, yeah, I guess I was on the money about the zombie powder having to do with Regent’s power.
Not the worst I’d had, but there was at least some repetition and familiarity with the usual ones.
Eesh.
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