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on_holy_groundIt was late in the night when Darius suddenly awoke from a strange dream that had left him with a sense of unease that went beyond that of a usual nightmare.
In the dream, he had been seated at his little table, playing a came of chess with an opponent that he couldn't see. The game had been a long one, and involved, with neither side taking the advantage for long. Then just as Darius had been about to move his white bishop into position to take one of his adversary's rooks, the fire in the fireplace, as well as that of the candle on the table, had simply snuffed out.
It was then that Darius had awoken, and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in perfect order, but still the priest couldn't shake the feeling that something simply wasn't as it should be. Getting slowly to his feet, he slipped into his robes and went to make a pot of tea, hoping that perhaps it would alleviate the feeling.
Several hours later, the sense of imbalance still had not faded.
In the dream, he had been seated at his little table, playing a came of chess with an opponent that he couldn't see. The game had been a long one, and involved, with neither side taking the advantage for long. Then just as Darius had been about to move his white bishop into position to take one of his adversary's rooks, the fire in the fireplace, as well as that of the candle on the table, had simply snuffed out.
It was then that Darius had awoken, and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in perfect order, but still the priest couldn't shake the feeling that something simply wasn't as it should be. Getting slowly to his feet, he slipped into his robes and went to make a pot of tea, hoping that perhaps it would alleviate the feeling.
Several hours later, the sense of imbalance still had not faded.
