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XLVII → There Is No Rememberance of Former Things
[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((Shuffling, dragging, heavy boots and the stride of the wounded soldier.))
A carousel--?
((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore.))
This...
This is not the Tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah...or Hell...
None.
... ... ...
Impossible.
((A long pause.))He is not here ( Read more... )