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I stir in the hard slab and my eyes blearily open. After the madness I had just seen, I know that
this world must be the real one and the other one the dream. Yet I have never had dreams that
were so vivid before, or carried through from one dream to another. And I do feel as if my
thoughts have changed somehow. But it is folly to think of such things here. This dead and
empty place already beckons me to madness.
Slowly my eyes begin to adjust to the dark and I see that I am in a dark room lit by flickering torches. The chalk-white man [83602] was still here, mixing potions in beakers and tubes marked by strange symbols. I have seen such things in the homes of alchemists before, but never anything this large or this elaborate. "--and that's why the city let him enter," says the figure, though not in those words. He speaks in the eerie musical tongue I heard him speak before, but now I can understand it. That must have been why I felt as I did. He is speaking to another figure in robes who stands near to me. In her hand she holds a dagger engraved in symbols I know are no part of the language they speak. This figure is slim and has long, elegant hands. Is it a woman? I cannot tell, for I cannot see its face. "The Mark was already upon him," he tells this figure. "The Goddess--" I find the world becoming blurrier as I drift off to sleep. I must keep my eyes open and hear what he says, but I can't. Once more I drift off to sleep, wondering what strange things I will dream this time...
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