DBarfield
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The misty path he followed seemed to glisten ethereally in the glorious light of the crescent moon. He could hear her humming grow louder as he neared her. Tendrils of dark clouds swirled together above, eclipsing the moon as she stepped from the shadows. She had a glory that shined with a brilliant aura. Her countenance shone with a brilliant aura of the most exquisite whiteness. Her long, platinum blonde hair and the skirts of her silken gown seemed to flow in a non-existent breeze. Her eyes were crystal blue and they penetrated deep into his very essence, enveloping his soul. He was mesmerized by her awesome radiance of beauty and light. He moved to her slowly. As she took his hand in hers, a deathly chill rippled through him. Though her flesh was cold to the touch, he burned within, burned like fire. "Allan, dance with me," she said, her voice soft and soothing. It was all he could do to answer, "I will, if it can be forever."…