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Attrah looked down at his hand.Blood,dripped from his fingers freely.The corpse lay at his feet.As the knight moved closer to see the face....
"NO!" Awaking from sleep,Attrah realized that it was a dream,like the others.Hoping he had not been too loud,he grasped his Father's sword.Holding it always gave him peace of mind.
Speaking in low tones to himself...
"This is rediculous.Dreams,all that they are.I feel like a child."
Getting up,the knight opened the door to see what time it was.
Looking at the two brute sentries,"One of you head inside.I can't sleep anyways."
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