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In its hands, a broom. At its feet, a pile of things that looked like crumpled film reels, each one flickering with tiny, stolen scenes: a wedding kiss, a child’s first step, a man laughing with friends at a bar. The figure swept them into a black sack.

“Don’t take that one,” he said, his voice cracking. yumeost

Kael’s chest tightened. “You’re taking them? Their dreams?” In its hands, a broom

He wrote her name. And then he began to build something that even the Yumeost could never sweep away. In its hands