Chapter 8 - The Dream

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I woke up drenched in sweat, sitting up in my bed. Suddenly the door to my room swung open, it was Greg. Greg was standing in the door way, whipping sweat off his foot head as well."Wirt, was that just a dream?" Greg asked confused."I don't know Greg," i said pulling the covers off my body, only to look down at my hand...

There was a small cut, that was bleeding next to my thumb, from we're I stabbed my hand from the lantern...

"Greg, I don't think it was a Dream,"

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