Chapter 22
I dreamt of Jasmine. She reached out her arm and we embraced forearms in our special friendship hold, like we had done a million times before, but instead of letting go, I pulled her close in a strong embrace. “I miss you, Jasmine. I hope you forgive me.” I told her in my dream. I could feel wet tears begin in my eyelids and my voice came out in a tremble. She didn’t speak in response. As she pulled away from our embrace, she smiled at me instead, a sad sort of smile. “Are you okay?” I asked her, worried about how she’d been getting along. Still no response came from her lips. Then her cotton white Guild tunic had a black ink spot start in the center and spread out, covering the tunic and changing its color from white to death black. The ink didn’t stop on the cloth, though, and continued
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