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After I had devoured the apple, fatigue started to overcome me. I fought as hard as I could, but soon enough I succumbed to it. Terrors filled my sleep. I stood in a field with all of my loved ones around me. My parents, my sister, even the slave girl who healed me. There was a fire surrounding us, corralling us together to form a tight circle. The flames were growing ever larger, licking at our skin and threatening to engulf us. Everyone screamed and panicked, but that didn't stop the fire from coming closer. Flames started to dance around our feet and lick our skin. Wherever it touched, it left a scalding burn. These weren't normal burns though. I saw those around me filled with markings from the fire. Words like 'Slave', 'worthless', and 'scum' ran across every open part of their skin