ZARIA~

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I don’t remember falling asleep.

I only remember waking up… screaming.

The dream was fire.

My skin peeling like paper. My veins burning gold.

And a woman’s voice my voice but older. Colder.

She kept whispering:

You asked for freedom. And I answered.

When I open my eyes, I’m not in the war camp anymore. I’m on the edge of a lake, tucked beneath an old pine tree, with dirt on my knees and blood under my fingernails. My shift is ...