Lee Gidan hugged Sol’s head to his chest, rolling twice across the grimy floor. A thick cloud of dust billowed into the air.
Sol squirmed out of his arms and immediately began pouring a sticky syrup all over Lee Gidan.
A tingling warmth spread through him as his wounds began to knit themselves shut at an incredible speed.
Lee Gidan grabbed Sol’s shoulders, his hands gentle but firm, and took a hard look at him.
It wasn't a dream. Standing
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