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In his dream he was running down a narrow forest trail, one he had moved down many times before, many nights before, but now there was an urgency to his passage, a rush of panic that drove his feet into a trot, then a full run, his heavy plate armour clanking awkwardly as he forced his tiring limbs to keep moving.
Was he chasing something, or fleeing it? He was no longer sure.
The forest path narrowed further, the trees on either side reaching out to him, grasping at his shoulders as he pushed past, trying to halt his movement. But he was stronger than them. Surer in his step. He knew he had to keep going.
He reached up to his shoulder and tugged at the leather strap of his armour, finally managing to pull the knot free and shrug out of the chest plate that fell with a dull thud to
