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... didn't come from the young Kace in front of her. The young version of Kace was still crying silently pressing his lips together into a thin line.

"Hope?"

There, the voice could be heard again. This time the voice sounded closer and when someone shook her shoulder, Hope turned her head to look behind her.

"Hope, wake up."

Ian's face came to her sight. Hope frowned. Ian was also in her dream? However, when Hope turned her head again to see the young version of Kace ...

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