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Chapter 46
Chapter 46 And they have built the high places … To burn their sons and their daughters in the fire. . —Jeremieh 7:30 . MIKHAIL I wake up screaming, panting and sweaty, from a nightmare in which Amhrán hid while the Tokoloshe ate her parents. But while, in the dream, the victim's wings remain Angelic, their faces look like swarthy-skinned humans. The last part of the nightmare was the most horrific. The lizard who inhabits my nightmares threw screaming children into a bonfire. 'Not real, not real, not real…' The dream fades, but not the urgency which came with it. I sheath my sword, thankful there is nobody in the room to accidentally smite. I've had nightmares for as far back as I can remember, but never as frequent or violent as lately. I long for a return of the amnesia which
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