The flames rise higher and higher, and through them I see the face of the Duke, the face of my personal devil. So his dream has come true - Elizabeth Blair is burning in fire, he destroyed her. And I’m no longer scared, it’s unbearably painful for me to understand that I’m dying at his hands. Tears are rolling down my cheeks... didn’t he sign the exact same sentence for me there, in another world? Didn’t he put up a sweeping painting there and execute me just as mercilessly as here?