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The figure, however, had no face or features. It was just a writhing, pitch-black silhouette that snarled without a mouth.
It struggled, claws and tendrils lashing out uselessly, yet he felt no pressure or pain.
’This dream again?’ He thought in his head, his voice calm, almost bored.
It was the tenth time today. Every time, he would have the same dream.
However, unlike normal dreams, where one could move around like they wanted to, this was different.
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