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And then. She was standing in an enormous field of waist-high grain, the breeze rippling waves over its golden surface. The sun shone bright overhead. A lone hawk soared high, high up in the clear cerulean sky. The scene was beautiful, peaceful, and utterly silent. Little dragon. Lu turned. There behind her stood a handsome young man. His long, dark hair was braided in two plaits that hung halfway down his chest, his brown eyes shone with welcome. He was tall and his bearing was proud, and she recognized him at once. Grandfather! Edward Fastwater, he corrected with a grin. Otherwise known as Running Bear. But you’re so . . . young! He laughed, without noise, his head thrown back, white teeth glinting in the sunlight. The soul doesn’t age the way the body does, little dragon. Lu lo
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