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This dream is quite dark, but it well summarizes my subconscious ultimate trust of Nogrod.
It was a school bus. Full. Someone shot an arrow at a very small child and pointed out that the boy had lost fifteen pounds, that he was dying, that his parents never should have let him live.
A man stood up to kill the boy. He pulled a syringe from a box above the driver. Nogrod stood and put himself between the man and the child.
They wrestled. Nogrod got the syringe from the man. The man dove for the little boy. Nogrod jammed the needle into the man's neck and released all of the poison into his blood.
You don't mess with children around Nogrod.
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