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The Fire Dream's

Author: Travis
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"I never told anyone about the dreams," Bastian said, staring into the cold fireplace. "I thought they meant I was going mad. Like my father."

The old cabin was silent except for the wind outside. It had been years since anyone lived here, but the pack maintained it like a shrine. The roof was solid, the door hung straight, and the fireplace was clean and ready for a fire that Papa Bastian hadn't bothered to light. He sat on the edge of the stone hearth with his elbows on his knees and his gold
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    "I never told anyone about the dreams," Bastian said, staring into the cold fireplace. "I thought they meant I was going mad. Like my father."The old cabin was silent except for the wind outside. It had been years since anyone lived here, but the pack maintained it like a shrine. The roof was solid, the door hung straight, and the fireplace was clean and ready for a fire that Papa Bastian hadn't bothered to light. He sat on the edge of the stone hearth with his elbows on his knees and his gold eyes fixed on the cold ashes.I stood near the door, still bundled in my winter coat, not sure what to do with myself. I had never seen my father like this. He was always so certain. So solid. But right now, in this tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, he looked almost young. Almost afraid."What do you mean, like your father?" I asked, and my voice came out quieter than I intended.Papa Bastian didn't look at me. "My sire was a monster. You know that. I've told you the broad strokes. He beat m

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