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. I journeyed through a
mysterious fog and almost fell into a black pit containing demons,
snakes, ghouls, and all sorts of bad things."
"Things get confused when you are daydreaming," said Sintk.
"But being you're yourself again and not grunting like a boar, I'll
have a nice tankard of your finest brew."
"It wasn't a dream," William said sulkily. "It felt more like it
was reality and this . . . this ... is only the shadow of what my life
could be."
William drew two tankards of ale and set them across from his
friend, Sintk. Then he launched into a detailed account of his
daydream-er, vision-while Sintk, parched with thirst, diligently
quaffed both tankards. But it was William's story, which was
vaguely familiar, that had Sintk yawning presently, not the ale,
which was delicious.
"Oh," Sintk rubbed his lips with the back of his hand at a pause
in the recounting, "what's that about a black pit?"
"The abyss at the end of the universe," replied William.
"Oh, THAT black pit," said the dwarf. "I should have known."
He gazed fondly at the row of tankards behind the bar and licked
his lips. "You're barmy."
Sighing, William got up from his stool and drew two more
tankards of ale.
"I wasn't daydreaming," he declared, setting the drinks on the
bar. "Look, touch the coin. It became hot in my hand. Like it was
pulsating with life." He held out the large round coin-which truth
to tell, looked quite ordinary, resting there in his palm
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