Something is burning at the back of your head. It's bright like fire, and it makes time slow and stop, gives your legs the needle-prick restlessness that finds you alone at night, walking a strange road before waking. But you have a friend, who is guiding you through this endless night, cooling the red embers in your head. His calm is like a cloak you can wrap around your shoulders, something that steadies you. You are walking a dangerous road, but maybe he can pull you back.

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