This dream has come to her again.
Xena moans having felt an ice touch of a snow to the naked skin.
" No, no... " - she tried to make it, but only opened lips in silent entreaty.
Rough hands of Roman soldier have squeezed her wrists, pressing them to cold wood of a cross.
She has heard someones whisper to the right of herself and
turned her head,
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