

Blank Pages: Prologue Cold night air crept in through the wooden walls even though spring had begun weeks before. A single candle was lit in the small room. Its wax dripping down its sides and gathering in pools on the warn surface of the only table in the room. While the candle didn’t light the farthest corners of the room it illuminated most of the small space. And what the candle couldn’t light the moon did. The table stood on four rickety legs, tipping uneasily with any weight. A tall stone fireplace was against the far wall, but even through the air was cold it wasn’t lit. There was the sound of a slight scratching asBlank Pages: Prologue
by *littlemewhatever
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If i can dream
of waking in a dream,
how can i tell
i'm not dreaming now?
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