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Even as the days went by and March swept us into April, I kept thinking about that dream-like night with Celeste. The witch’s warning had hit me hard. And it wasn’t because it was harsh, or even because it was delivered through a hologram-like image that apparently only I could see and hear. It was because it was true.
What was I doing at this camp with these people, anyway? It all felt like a dream world, a vision that I couldn’t escape. I didn't know what was going on outside of our little encampment, in the real world. We talked a lot about the enemy, but none of us had actually had any contact with them in months. Perhaps that was a good thing. But it certainly contributed to the strong feeling that none of this was real. Ever since the fire, everything had felt unreal.
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