#1215

In his dream the air reeks of ozone, each particle so charged they seem to scrape and snag against his skin, pressed back by the beat of great wings, and upon waking his chest still vibrates with the force of Daren’s voice, a thing more felt than heard as the man turned creature, demon, angel promises, “I will burn them; I will burn them all.”

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