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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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But I knew that was only a temporary situation." Caramon
closed his eyes, shuddering.
"One day, when I didn't think I could live anymore
without going mad, I went into my room and locked the
door. Taking out my sword, I looked at it, thinking how
easy it would be to ... to escape. I lay down on my bed, fully
intending to kill myself. Instead, I fell into an exhausted
sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it
was night. Everything was quiet, Solinari's silver light
shone in the window, and I was filled with a sense of
inexpressible peace. I wondered why . . . and then I saw
him."
"Saw who?" Justarius asked, exchanging quick glances
with Dalamar. "Raistlin?"
"Yes."
The faces of the two wizards grew grim.
"I saw him," said Caramon gently, "lying beside me,
asleep, just like when . . . when we were young. He had
terrible dreams sometimes. He'd wake, weeping, from them.
I'd comfort him and . . . and make him laugh. Then he'd
sigh, lay his head on my arm, and fall asleep. That's how I
saw him-"
"A dream!" Dalamar scoffed.
"No." Caramon shook his head resolutely. "It was too real.
I saw his face as I see yours. I saw his face as I had seen it
last, in the Abyss. Only now the terrible lines of pain, the
twisted marks of greed and evil were gone, leaving it
smooth and ... at rest-like Crysania said. It was the face of
my brother, my twin . . . not the stranger he'd become
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