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21st Letter: dream

  To my child,

  last night I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were a great cultivator flying on a sword, like in the stories my brothers loved so much. You hid in the clouds and walked on treetops like they were a path made just for you.

  When a dark shadow came you pulled your sword and split it in two. But there were more dark shadows. So many they were like a wave.

  But you held on and defeated all the shadows.

  As you lay there, gravely wounded, her son came, took some shadows and brought them back to be celebrated as a hero while you were left to die.

  I pray you won't be used like this.

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  In love,

  your mother

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