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Time stretched and shrunk in upon itself as Wilt slept. Sun and starlight passed over his head, and the wagon train moved ever onwards, away from Greystone and everything he had ever known. His waking moments seemed to flash past in brief snatches, merging into his fevered dreams, and he swam between them, no longer knowing what was real and what was fantasy. Red Charley walked toward him, his hand still dripping blood, a grim smile on his face. He turned away to see the Cantors, long knives in their hands, reaching out for him, their flowing red cloaks leaving a trail of blood behind them. He turned again and saw Higgs run away from him, down a dark tunnel toward a fading blue light. He tried to call out but no sound came from his throat. A final turn and he saw the Sister standing in
