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The bridge, huge and elegant, hung in the shimmering summer air like a spiderweb.
His mind drifted over it, tentative, like approaching the memory of a dream you know will break apart if it sees you coming.
“You look like a poodle who was drafted into the military.�
There was the sound of lockers slamming and laughter, but they were distant sounds that seemed to emanate from another world.
“Most people never know they are in a reverie. Their mind just accepts the new world they’re in and the new role they’re given.
