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Dreaming
Of
You
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... field. The air did not touch her; consequently, he was unsure if he could. “I seem to be dreaming or, mayhaps, lost,” she murmured. “Indeed.” “I was resting over”—she gestured behind her, frowned, and ... it. She lifted a hand as if to touch him, but it passed through him. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” “No.” He felt unexpectedly protective of her, this foundling mortal. “What is your name?” “...

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