The Distant Clue
The dream began not with sound, but with the sensation of falling through a shaft of cold, grey water. In the vision, Margaret Holloway was standing in the center of a vast, circular lake that was not a lake at all, but a mirror suspended in the void, reflecting a sky choked with ash. The water was still, unnervingly so, and in its depths, she saw her own face, older, harder, the eyes devoid of...
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