The dream begins...Heavy steps upward, onto cherry wood stepts which creak and groan. One, two, three. The red carpet over the mahogony steps shows vividly, walls a warm, pulsing scralet. Everything red, warm, enveloping . Except for that it's not. There is a chill wich tingles down the skin, cold sweat appears and becomes icy. So cold, never numb
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