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Somnium Druidum
‘The Druid’s Dream’
An aged man woke with a jerk on his bed. This was surprising because it was rare that he ever awoke so quickly, so suddenly.
From where he lay, his eyes scanned the interior of his round house. The central fire flickered in the hearth, and his servant slept before it, a woollen blanket covering his mid-section.
It was a cold night, and so the man rose to cover the youth on the floor.
Then he noticed the blurred view of everything around him.
Ah. Of course.
He turned to see himself sleeping peacefully on his bed, his long beard hanging off of the edge, the hilt of a dagger jutting out from beneath his pillow.
The blankets would have to wait.
He moved through the oak door until he was outside beneath a starry sky. Mist clung to the ground about
