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More of a vignette... hope that's ok.
Rogozhin dreams
I watched in reverie as my blood slowly pooled on the cobble-stone road.
It gleamed a most beautiful crimson under the noon sun. No ruby could
ever compare. For rubies gleam only of age; but blood gleams wholly
of life.
Looking up one last time, I saw her flushed, still delicate visage beset by
a golden halo; and within her hands the dagger that brought forth the
gentle flood that now whispered my secrets to the world, from upon the
crimsoned blocks of the cobble-stone road.
-- A. H. István
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