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A dream. No. A nightmare.
It's always been a nightmare.
Fire crackles to the unsteady rhythm to the wind.
You recognize a small village, brighter than a beacon. Everywhere, the flames gnaw through the wood with a crackling sound. The fire spews up waves of smoke and sparks that vanish into the air with a shimmer.
Something is moving: a dark, gigantic shape. It looks like a predator and blocks the clouds, which fly above houses with the same slowness as the stars.
Everything is a mixture of threatening light and darkness, each seemingly fleeing the other.
The sound of a cracking beam reverberates. More embers fly away in whirlwinds.
A cry rings out.

The nightmare goes on forever.
People are running in all directions. They are only dark, fleeting, inhuman shapes that wail in the night. Sometimes the cries die out suddenly, as their owners are caught in the glistening smoke and flames. Sometimes they get louder and even more terrible.
They tear through each night.
On the ground lie the dark, abandoned, and trampled masses of those who have been silenced. All around them the embers of the burning houses whip around.
The shape that is moving through the smoky darkness comes into focus. It is getting closer and closer. By the glow of flames, and to the rhythm of its heavy and terrifying steps, you think you see deer antlers.
As they move towards you, the air is filled with more screams of terror.
Again, the beam cracks.
And that cry. Always the same cry.
Where is it coming from?

The nightmare becomes more tangible.
The huge stag moves slowly through the smoke and ash. His eyes glow at times, hotter than the flames that greedily devour the village.
The animal lets out beastly grunts that vibrate as loudly as thunderstorms.
When the wind blows away from the black fumes, it looks like a hungry wolf on the trail of its prey.
The cries are less and less numerous, but more and more atricious.
At the foot of a building eaten away by fire stands a small child. His clothes stained with blood and soot and part of his red hair is burned. He cries silently.
He chews his lip with all his might to keep from screaming.
He knows what awaits him if he were to make noise.
The open eyes of the lifeless body lying before him keep reminding him.
He doesn't hear the crack above his head.

The nightmarish loop is nearing its end.
Black shapes, piles of soot and blood, crawl on the ground and leave trails in their wake that gleam by the light of the flames.
The last cries turn into moans. They ring out after another in a final gasp of horror.
The beam has just given way, taking with it part of the frame. For a moment the sky lights up, full of new stars―embers that vanish silently.
The stag continues to wander with its slow, rattling step. It doesn't stop its roaring, spitting hatred and bloodlust.
Beneath a cart devoured by fire, a child firmly holds their mouth with both hands to keep from moaning.
The heat from the fire gnaws at their back, but they don't move. They stay stuck there, petrified, despite what it was costing them.
Despite this beam that they keep staring at.

It's all over.
There is only fire, the smell of ashes and blood in the ruined village. The night is getting lighter and the sun will soon rise.
The deer walks away, howling one last time.
A hooded man pulls the child from under the cart and tries to calm his tremors. He whispers a few words of comfort in his ear, without success.
The little one doesn't say anything, doesn't struggle and doesn't cry anymore. His eyes are empty and his mouth hangs open, in the middle of his sooty face.
He clings to the shoulder of his savior as he sees a charred rag doll lying on the floor.
He wants to speak, shout even, but his lungs are on fire and his throat is so dry.
So he clings on tighter and, with his little finger, points to a collapsed beam.

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"Hide under there and do not come under any circumstance. I will find Ailéas."
Fillan obeyed without taking the time to look one last time at his mother's face or to kiss her. He slid his little body under the cart cluttered with straw, canvas bags, and hid. She released his hand after a final squeeze that panic only allowed him to do with his fingertips.
By the light of the flames that lit up the night,

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