Hayden knew he was asleep, that he was dreaming, and struggled to wake up. The exhaustion of the night was too much, and the dream held him down, squeezed him tightly in its shadowy arms. He was back by the huge maple tree outside the longhouse, but it was a late summer evening and the air was warm and humid. Instead of icy and dotted by the last snowflakes of a blizzard, the night was the perfect kind when a person could stay outside until morning, cradled by the lingering heat of the day. In front of Hayden was a fire, with logs stacked upright up in a way that always reminded him of a teepee. The flames roared high, skipping up into the black air, embers floating up toward the stars. The fire, like the night, was perfect. The yellow and orange flames lit up dozens of faces. Seated in the grass, Hayden was part of a circle. Actually there were two circles. The circle he was part of was made up of people seated in the grass. Because of the fire in the center, he couldn’t see them all.
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