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You cannot kill what is already dead… Richard sat bolt upright, rubbing his eyes with bunched fists, Stannard’s words coming to him as if he were in the room. A strange room at that, one he did not know. For a moment, a pulse of panic struck him but then, as the morning light streamed in through the window, its warmth bathed over him, comforting and reassuring, and he sank back amongst the bedclothes. As he lay there, images of the terrors he’d experienced, returned little by little. He had come so close to death and then, to be saved at the last moment by a troop of sword-wielding cavalry, it all seemed too fantastic to be true. The harrowing vision of Edwin, dying as a ham-actor might in a cheap video-nasty, burned just behind his eyes, and he wondered if it had all been a dream.
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