Palace: At Your Service.

Johnny woke up from the best night of sleep he could remember having in years. He remembered dreaming, but couldn't remember exactly what he'd dreamed. Nothing bad, though, he knew that. He felt free, as though some shadowed monster that had been following him had vanished. Been banished. Been slaughtered.

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Johnny slammed the back door and went clattering down the steps. He took the lawn at a run and swerved to meet an innocent elm tree that had never done him any harm, the snarl on his face enough to make it want to pull up its roots and scurry out of his way. It never got a chance.

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