Those two weeks passed without event, besides one night on the last day of the second week.
Abrial was sleeping peacefully in the bed in the cottage, when suddenly a frown creased her forehead. The tattoo on her collarbone began to glow.
Her vague, sunny dream had turned vivid, suddenly. It had melted away into a dark room, which was lit by a flickering red fire in a hearth.
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Everything in this room was so realistic that it seemed more like she was awake than sleeping. But again, she seemed to only be a ghostly presence in this dream, and not a person interacting with it. She could only observe as the scene unfolded in front of her.
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