[The dream-Solon reacts quickly, but not quickly enough: Dirk's slash lands across his chest, drawing blood. The world stutters again. There's a shift back and forth between two images: one of Solon with blood across his front, looking at Dirk wide-eyed like the dream didn't account for this, one of an unharmed Solon with his sword drawn standing over Dirk, smirking menacingly. Like a gap between what the eyes see and what the brain knows must be.
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