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He moved up to the bar beside me.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"You know you're on a trip, don't you?"
"I don't. . . . I'm not sure what you mean," he said.
`'When Mask had you prisoner I think he slipped you some acid," I said.
"Is that possible?"
"Who's Mask?" he asked me.
"The new head honcho at the Keep."
"Oh, you mean Sharu Garrul," he said. "I do remember that he had on a
blue mask."
I saw no reason to go into an explanation as to why Mask wasn't Sharu.
He'd probably forget, anyway. I just nodded and said, "The boss."
"Well . . . yes, I guess he could have given me something," he replied.
"You mean that all this . . . ?" He gestured toward the room at large.
I nodded.
"Sure, it's real," I said. "But we can transport ourselves into
hallucinations. They're all real somewhere. Acid'll do it."
"I'll be damned," he said.
"I gave you some stuff to bring you down," I told him. "But it may take
a while."
He licked his lips and glanced about.
"Well, there's no hurry," he said. Then he smiled as a distant
screaming began and the demons started in doing nasty things to the burning
woman off in the mural. "I kind of like it here."
I placed the folded weapon back upon the bartop. Luke rapped on the
surface beside it and called for another round of brews. I backed away,
shaking my head
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