Dreams. Ugh. I’m sick of them. Why did I have them? It has been years since they came. I know, or at least I knew, they were different from normal dreams. They were divine. Two of them, similar in nature, came to me. I was only seventeen at the time. I was the youngest of my father’s many sons, yet favored by him. He so loved my mother. But why those dreams?
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