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I knew I was asleep, but it felt like I was awake. It felt like I was really standing in a foreign location, a place I’d never been in before, some sort of fantasy realm, and it seemed certain that the woman standing across from me was really there, that she wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
I looked around me at the landscape. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It seemed like I was floating on an orange cloud, the air around me tinged red, sort of like when I’d walked into that room where everyone was on fire, but there was no smoke, no haze, only shimmering air that seemed to be glowing with a scarlet hue. It surrounded me on all sides, except for the orange billowing surface I was standing on. Even as high as I could see above me, it was moving, reddish air.
Across from me, standing about twenty feet away, was Francis
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