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Dream Whispers

That night, Carla dreamed of stone halls and voices whispering in Latin. She didn’t speak Latin, but she understood. They were warning her. Or calling her. Or both. She woke up sweating, heart racing, her pillow damp. She told herself it was just stress. Just a mayor worrying about her town. But the words wouldn’t leave her mind. Non evigilare… Don’t wake it.
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