The third I've read, and am looking forward to more.
He retired early that night -- the one that would be his last -- and dreamt of Jabberwocks and Leviathons. Of shadows cast long by childhood imaginings. And when he arose the next morning to the white light of false dawn, there was yet time enough to gather those dreams close...and find a last moment's comfort in the coolness the brought. |
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