PAGES FROM AN INVISIBLE BOOK, by Darrell SchweitzerRead now from the Book of the Memories of Ghosts, which no living hand has ever held, which no living eye has ever gazed upon.
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But I wrote some of this.
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Read—!
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He came in magnificence, as inevitable as the returning tide over flat sand; yet as if awakening from some other state into a dream.
His first thought was of the cabin of a ship at sea—the far, distant sea, thousands of leagues away—but it came to him slowly, as his mind cleared, that the little heaving wooden room was actually the inside of a coach, bumping at full gallop over a rough road, or no road at all.
He pushed the curtain aside and looked out the little window. A sea of grass, gray in the dim light as the sky faded into night, stretched as f
