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He never asks what's happening with his body, how he's separated this. . . cleanly. He can't quite look down and see himself, although he has an idea he could if he concentrated. He can't hear himself speak, although the words in his head seem to be in his ears too. But he doesn't care to. He doesn't care to think of a lot of this; it's too ( Read more... ) -
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He takes a day off from the hanging-in-between only when his head is spinning ( Read more... ) -
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"Albert," William informs him, "I don't want to carry the puppy."
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There's a note for Suzi, because Suzi made it part of the. . . house contract to know where he went when he left the bar. There are no other notes. He sat for the small eternity of five minutes trying to figure out what to write, then fed the fish in the fire with his pages and moved on.
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It happened again, didn't it.
He's hit with the cold, first, although it's sort of bracing in that wake up, time to survive! way. It's black, for a microsecond, and then he can see bright as daylight by the burning roof that is going to fall in on him if he doesn't move now. He notices details as he throws himself across the tiny space, too ( Read more... ) -
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There are several fires in the forge. It must, logically, take different kinds of fuels and flame to run; fires that melt steel can't be run off your average tree limb ( Read more... ) -
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He nearly sleeps seven hours before his alarm goes off and he forces himself out of bed. He's not used to clean white walls. He's rather gotten accustomed to peace, and gray, and silence, and the sifting of the wind through ashes ( Read more... )
