"Cruel illusions," Jack answered, his mouth tight. "Dreams of a cruel sorcerer. That's all."
But off to his left, he saw something out of the corner of his eye: A different Parisian street at night, full moon high above. Two men, Jack being the younger, casually chatting about politics.
And a corpse beneath a streetlight spilling blood into the snow.
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Re: An Aged Door
Date: 2013-04-12 01:18 am (UTC)But off to his left, he saw something out of the corner of his eye: A different Parisian street at night, full moon high above. Two men, Jack being the younger, casually chatting about politics.
And a corpse beneath a streetlight spilling blood into the snow.
He determinedly ignored all of it.