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     On the floor, Ahren was laying in the pillows and blankets strewn about. They had been enough to keep him comfortable, and warm, and his sleeping had been easier. The dreams had continued, though. Dream-Ahren had always been comforting, and sometimes they had discussed strange things. Sometimes they played chess. Sometimes Ahren won, and sometimes his dream-self won. They had been involved in one of these when dream-Ahren had pointed behind the blonde, and the clock in the air (there had never been a clock there before) changed.
     Corona’s voice drew him out of the dream and he stirred, opening both eyes. The air still smelt like rain, but it wasn’t raining. Shifting his body and turning his head, he smiled faintly and spoke. “Hey.”




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