It’s always dark in her dreams, never a star, nor a light flickering in the distance. It’s safe in the dark. One of the few times Mag ever, truly, feels safe. She knows, that when she opens her eyes, be it in five minutes, hours, or when the horn is blown. The light will be there, the staring, gawking, and crowded masses will be there.
There is a
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