‘Like a vision she were. He was caked with dried muck. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. Montressor’s guests were. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot.
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