We seem to have gone from Michael Moorcock to Douglas Adams.Okay, back to Moorcock.“Oh good, I was rather concerned. Well that and the fact that reality seemed to have winked out of existence beyond our little mountain”
We ran to the window and drew the curtains.
Looking down from our vantage point in the Library of the Great Golden Hall at the winding road that led to the base of our mountain we saw Trefor was right. Where the road terminated so did reality.
Our mountain floated in a starless void.
To be continued...![]()















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