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Blugeist

In the morning, she said, “I had a dream about you last night. You were living in Europe, and you had a different life. You also had a strange name. I wish I could remember what it was. I’ll let you know if it comes back to mind.”

When I came from work in the evening, there was a piece of paper on my desk, with the word “Blugeist” written on it.

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