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Lincoln
Once more, I dream of angelfire.
I’m surrounded by an inferno of white flame. When the blaze dies down, I find that I now stand in the clearing of that unusual forest once more. The Guide awaits me. Again, he appears as my perfect doppelganger, save for the fiery wings on his back.
“You have wings as well,” he states.
It’s an odd way to start a conversation. “They show my inner nature. It’s for show only.” It’s also part of a very private ceremony, but that’s nothing I wish to discuss right now.
While wing facts are fascinating, they aren’t what’s truly crucial right now. Ever since my last dream, I’ve been thinking about the Guide. Indeed, there is one key question I wish to ask.
“You’re part of my soul, aren’t you?” I ask.
The Guide nods. “I am to lead you to battle th
