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... ing actually there. The sticky, clammy sensation still clung to my skin like a bad memory.
Even though I knew it wasn’t real—just an illusion conjured inside a dream—the disgust refused to fade.
I let out a low groan and shook my head, trying to scrub the feeling away from my mind.
Dreams.
They’re strange things—reflections of the subconscious, twisted and raw. The hidden corners of a person’s mind laid bare.
In dreams, people show what they never would in ...
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