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XIII - Falling Stars Part 3
It wasn’t exactly a dream. I knew that my body was asleep, but my consciousness was awake. For some reason, I knew that we were being taken away, I just don’t know where. Behind my closed eyelids, I saw flashes of images. The portrait of the six-winged Soul Dealer. Michael. The red-haired lady from my dreams. Michael. The King of Elves. Michael. I was jolted out of sleep. I opened my eyes and squinted against the intense light blazing on my face. I had to blink several times to adjust my vision. I was lying on a cold slab of marble. I was surprised to see that I wasn’t manacled to the table as I expected. I sat up. “Jason!” I muttered as I saw him lying asleep on another table much like where I was. We were inside a wide room with rows upon rows of marble slabs. The walls were painted w
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