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know why I didn t know, but that s the least of what s bothering me. He shook his head. Ray was a
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good friend. I m having a lot of trouble with that.
When did this happen? she asked right away. What time, I mean?
Sometime after midnight. I was asleep. Stef woke me, got me up to take a look out the window, to
make sure of what she was seeing. We called 911, then rushed over to wake the people in the building.
Stef went all the way to the top floor. She got everyone out but Ray.
Nest barely listened to him as he filled in the details, her mind occupied with working out the logistics of
the demon s movements between Lincoln Park and Pioneer Square. It couldn t have been both places at
once if the events happened concurrently, but there was an obvious gap in time between when it was
chasing her and when it would have set the fire. It would have had to rush right back after she had
escaped, but it could have done so.
But why would it bother setting fire to Fresh Start? What reason could it possibly have for doing that?
I know what you re thinking, he said suddenly. I ve been thinking it, too. But the fire marshall s office
says the fire started because of frayed or faulty wiring in the furnace system. It wasn t arson.
You mean, they don t have any evidence it was arson, she said.
He studied her carefully. All right. I don t believe it was an accident either. But why would a demon set
fire to Fresh Start?
Same question she was asking herself. She shook her head. The waitress returned to take their order
and left again. Nest tried to think the matter through, to discover what it was she had missed, because her
instincts told her she had missed something.
You said on the phone you d been thinking about what I told you, she said finally. You said that
maybe you were wrong. What made you change your mind? It wasn t just the fire, was it? It must have
been something else. She paused. You said you came over because you thought maybe something had
happened to me. Why did you think that?
He looked decidedly uncomfortable, but there was a hard determination reflected in his eyes. Do you
remember the dream I told you about?
I remember you didn t exactly tell me about it at all.
He nodded. I didn t think it was necessary then. I do now.
She studied him silently, considering what this meant. It couldn t be good. All right. she said. Tell me.
Her face was so bartered and scraped that it was all he could do to keep his voice steady. He could not
help feeling responsible, as if by having had last night s dream he had set in motion the events prophesied
for today. He wanted to know what had happened to her, but he knew she would not tell him until she
was satisfied he was reconsidering his position on the Lady s warning. He felt a sense of desperation grip
him as he began his narrative, a growing fear that he could not accomplish what he had come here to do.
I ve been having this dream far several months he began. It s always the same dream, and it s the
only dream I ever have. That s never happened to me before. For a long time after I stopped being a
Knight of the Word, there were no dreams - not of the sort I used to have, just snippets of the sort
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everyone has. So when I began having this dream, I wars surprised. It was the same dream, but it
changed a little every time, showing me a little bit more of what was to happen.
The dream goes like this. I m standing on a hill south of Seattle watching the city burn. Like all the old
dreams I had as a Knight of the Word, it takes place in the future. The Void has besieged the city and
taken it. Them is a battle going on. I am not a Knight of the Word in this dream, and I am not involved in
the fighting. But I am standing there with captives all around me, and in the dreams of late, I am their
captor. I don t understand why this is, but I am.
Then an old man approaches, and he accuses me of killing someone long ago. He says he was there,
that he saw me do it. He says I killed Simon Lawrence, the Wizard of Oz, in Seattle, on Halloween. He
says I killed him at the art museum. He doesn t say it exactly that way. He says it happened in the
Emerald City, in the glass palace, in the shadow of the Tin Woodman. But I know what he means. The
art museum is mostly glass and outside there is a piece of sculpture called Hammering Man, a metal giant
pounding his hammer on a plate. There s no mistaking what he means. Besides, in the dream I can
remember it happening, too. I can t remember the details-maybe because I don t know them. But I
know he is telling the truth.
He stopped talking as the waitress arrived with their food. When she departed, he bent forward to
continue.
I didn t learn this all at once. It was revealed in pieces. But I put the pieces together. I knew what the
dream was telling me. But I didn t believe it. There is no reason for me to kill Simon Lawrence. I respect
and admire him. I want to work for him as long as he ll let me. Why would I ever even consider killing
him? When you asked me yesterday about the dream, I didn t see any point in going into it. Whether or
not I was a Knight of the Word, I wouldn t let the events of the dream ever happen. To tell you the truth,
I was afraid that the dream was a tactic by the Word to bring me back into line, to scare me into
changing my mind about serving. I even considered the possibility that it was the work of the Void. It
didn t matter. I wasn t going to allow it to affect me.
She was wolfing down her club sandwich as he talked, but her eyes were fixed on him. He glanced
down at his own food, which he had not touched. He took a sip of his iced tea.
Last night, after the fire, I had the dream again. He shook his head. I don t know why. I never do.
The dreams dust come. It was the same dream, with the same troubling aspects. But this time there was a
new wrinkle. The old man reminded me of something else. He said that I had killed another person at the
same time as I killed Simon Lawrence. He said it was a young woman, someone I knew.
She stopped eating and stared at him. I know, he said quietly. I felt the same way. The shock woke
me. I was awake after that until it was light, thinking. I don t believe it could ever happen. I don t think I
would let it.
His voice thickened. But in the dream, it had, so I cant discount the possibility that I might be wrong. I
also remember what I was sent to do in Hopewell five years ago. If I was prepared for it to happen once
. .
He trailed off, his hands knotting before him, his eyes shifting away. I ve gambled as much as I dare to
with this business. 1 don t know if there s a demon out there or not. I don t know if the Void is setting a
trap for me. I don t know what s gaping on. But whatever it is, I don t want you involved. At least not
any further than you already are. I want you to get on a plane right now and get out of here. Get far
away, so far away, you can t possibly be a part of whatever happens next.
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She nodded slowly. And what happens to you?
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