Chapter 6
A Dream of Fire
I dream of a ritual fire and a woman in white, whispering secrets. Waking, I feel Marie Leveau is calling me to remember something forgotten.
Chapter 6: A Dream of Fire
I do not remember falling asleep. One moment I was lying in the narrow bed of my rented room, the ceiling fan spinning its lazy circles above me, the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting through the open window. The next moment, I was standing in a clearing.
The fire before me was not a small thing. It rose higher than a man, its flames licking at the dark sky with a hunger that seemed almost sentient. The heat pressed against my skin, but it did not burn. It welcomed me, as if I had been expected.
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