The Pale Echo
The dream was not a dream of darkness, as I have often heard it described by those who claim to sleepwalk through the night, but rather a suffocating, blinding white, a light so absolute and pervasive that it erased the distinction between the ceiling of my small, damp cell in the undercroft and the open sky that I knew, with a certainty that bordered on madness, was nowhere near, for I was...
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