The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream had no beginning, only a persistent, humming pressure behind the eyes, like the sound of a bell that had been struck so long ago the echo had solidified into stone. Sir Alistair Thorne stood in a hall that was not a hall, but a vast, vertical silence carved from the bedrock of the earth. The air here was thick with the scent of ozone and wet wool, a smell that belonged to the outside...

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