'I will cast it into the underground sea here, so that it might return to you when you have need of it again. Farewell.' Then he was gone away from me.
Only a little time had passed when the darkness folded about me like the softest and warmest of shrouds. And then, in that time and place – our Lord's year 1892 in Victoria's England – I saw no more.
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