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Cold winds blew through the haunted mist, chilling to the bone any beast that wandered there. They hissed round the skeletal towers of stone that encased the place of my awakening. Blood trickled down the pale skin of my face; its sweet taste gracing my lips as my head lifted from its place of fevered rest. My eyes opened as if they had been nailed shut for eternity, and the world danced in a spiritual glow outshining the flickering candlelight that cast spidery shadows over the veils of bloodstained cloth. It shone most brightly around a tall figure, obscured by the veils and yet clear to me in every feature. "Arise, my precious one." Her v