“He closed his eyes, willing sleep, and when it came, also came the jumbled dreams. Dreams of strangling a man who looked like the older son of the Elder Korucu. Dreams of walking endless, dark corridors, emerging from the darkness, entering again into infinite darkness. An eternity would pass after his death and still his enemies would find him and kill him. That was the way of life, to kill someone and be killed was all the same thing.”



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