London, England
1847, December
Dear Mother,
"I will be taking my leave at dusk. There are many questions I have about these reoccurring dreams. I know you have said that they are just dreams, but does one often dream of a single person as I do? This leaves me troubled and I must search for an answer somewhere. I will be starting in the commons of London then moving across Europe from there. If father asks, let silence fall. I'll write as often as I can."
Sincerely,
J. M. Frost
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Dreamscape
General FictionDreams can mean anything. It can reimagine your life, fears, worries, happiness, and wishes. For Jake M. Frost. It can create his own reality. A hunter from the boons of London's dust and scraps just trying to get by with little to nothing. The only...
