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[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

It seemed like a long time since Apollo had laid eyes on the lands that constituted ‘Souls. Nova Scotia had long since been pushed to the back of his mind, while he and his father explored their roots in Maine. He had learned a lot about himself in the months of his absence. He had returned now, older and changed. He didn’t carry much with him, just a small pack on his back hidden beneath his cousin’s guitar, the ever present bandana around his forehead, and a new surname replacing the old.

He had traveled through the Trenches to Shiloh Hills. It was here that Crimson Dreams had been situated when Apollo left. Would it still be there now? Would those faces, the ones he knew he loved, still be there? How much would have changed? He stopped before he reached the borders of Crimson Dreams, settling onto a tree stump for a rest. He was ready to reunite himself with his past, but he needed a moment to acknowledge the reality now set in front of him.

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