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He looks up, tears cutting tracks through the sweat on his face.

“Flying? That’s amateur hour, college boy.” I kneel beside him, the razor glove tink-tink-tinking against the floor. “Let me teach you something they don’t put in your books. You’re not controlling the dream.”

Then I get to work.

“Not afraid?” My voice echoes from every dripping shadow. “Derek, Derek, Derek… fear is the gasoline, and you just drenched yourself in it.”

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He tries to fly. These dreamers always try to fly first. He levitates a foot off the grating, all concentration and clenched teeth.

And somewhere in the boiler room of the dream factory, I’ll light a cigar with the tip of my index claw. He looks up, tears cutting tracks through the

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