I walked in a world of stained glass. The light, always emanating from somewhere else, always drawing me on, came diffused through brilliant and masterfully set gemstones strung up in a latticework of intricate and heartrending beauty. Some were pictures and scenes, some patterns of color and lines, and all wonderful. In this land of light, I searched for the light until the dream was over, and I was again in the darkness of my room. The storm and the rain beat madness upon the roof, and I lay wakeful in terror and shadow. Still, my heart longs to find that radiance that was ever out of sight.
I will do anything for it, to reach it. Murder, cheat, steel, the vision must be made true. I would wade through an ocean of blood, just to see again that wonderful light. You count these few children, these starving wretches who would have died anyway. I only count the good, the true, the beautiful. Nothing will stop me.
Tale Told 
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