(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

sinuous curved stone. In the periphery of my vision I could almost see the
crests swirl and dance like fickle motes of dust in the air, but the moment I
focused on that movement it ceased as if it never existed. The darkness,
solid and unyielding, made no noise as I tapped it with the tip of my dagger.
"I think I can trust Xander," I stepped back to take the arch in fully, "If this
thing was supposed to hurt me he wouldn't have made me jump through
those hoops."
"Four generations of devotion is a noble endeavor," Dak'kon said softly,
"Githzerai honor may stretch that far, but this is the first I have seen such
toil from humans."
"Go on then," Grace added softly, "But take care... dreams have a poor habit
of coming true."
Annah was silent, but she hid her dark lips behind a curled ivory finger.
I stretched my hand out with the feather-key in my grip. The moment the
feather brushed against the surface the darkness rippled. The watery sheen
beckoned, tugging gently at the feather until my hand was enveloped. The
space at the other side was neither warm nor cool, and there was a feeling
of emptiness at the other side. Not the emptiness of a missing piece or the
disappointment of an unfilled box... I mean that the nothing behind the veil,
the screen behind the mirror echoed with unbridled potential.
I stepped through into my dreams.
~~~~~
It was with a vague nimbic sense of falling that I floated to the shore, the
singing of the fish in my ears. It is the sound of water and motion and the tug
of the tides like a million little soft strings. There were twenty of them each.
It is soothing.
I dig at the beach with my hands, neither land nor sea but someplace in
between. There should be a door here, beneath the moist sand as it trickles
between my fingers. He said there would be one. There is a door beneath
every beach.
The sky is gray with unkempt clouds and the wind is cool against my
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