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Lincoln
Once again, I dream of white flame.
Angelfire surrounds my body. Heat warms my skin, but doesn’t burn. When the fire dies down, I stand before the same fantasy forest as before. Dark trees sway with plastic movements. A full moon swirls in an impossible sky.
Just as last time, a thin line of blue smoke rises up from the woods. I step into the trees, following a path that leads to a small clearing with a bonfire.
Only it isn’t a fire at all.
Someone’s here with their back to me. All I see are their wings, which blaze with red flame.
I scan my memories. A number of demons have fiery wings. Why would I transport to meet any of them?
The figure slowly turns. I reach for my baculum, gripping the silver rods in my hands. When the stranger turns, I find it is a man.
He looks a
