A dream about a host of candles
SPOILERS AHEAD! BE WARNED!
[…] You are holding a book of bright daguerrotypes, each one a memory of something you saw in the Other City.
"I'm afraid you've stumbled into my dream, now," says the hunched figure in the doorway. […] Its eyes, red as embers, hold you in its gaze.
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