Snakes... and poison.... and potions that make you look and feel dead but in truth you are not. These are the things I have been dreaming of.. My Lady, dreadfully emancipated, her companion alive.. but... different... and me.. in the center with a steel skewer in my neck instead of my arm.. not dead but struggling to rise.. I can not decipher what is real and what is fear because the colors are all washed away and usually my dreams that matter.. are sepia toned.. but this one danced between full vibrant technicolor and sepia.. how can I tell what is real and what is fear? I suppose we shall see in the end.... He has to be alive.. that I can feel in the depth of my being and because of this I am scared.. to death.. for my lady and for myself.. and half the city of Ar as well....
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