I was walking in the woods with Elijah when we came upon a woman on a horse. She directed us to a small inn or tavern full of men. They were all dressed about the same and were dirty. One man came up to us. I didn’t like the looks of him. He was a big man, unshaved, with a dangerous air about him.
He said something to me which I can not now remember. Then he started to tell me a story about a young woman. I could see it in my head as if I were happening right in front of me.
The young woman, who was serving drinks, was wearing a beautiful pale blue dress but, with every man she served, her dress became darker and darker until it was a deep purple - so deep it looked black unless the light from the table lamps struck it just right.
I woke up before the man could tell me who she was or what she had done.
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