I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought. 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. Sheer calculation on his. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it.
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