Madeleine went on, The way you put yourself in my place and made—made him let me go. Dreams… waking and sleeping thought-patterns that symbolised every fear and desire and memory. His long white hands looked luminous to her, and as he turned to glance at her it seemed only his eyes were alive in that carved visage—amber jewels lit by fire. She forced the feelings of confusion down, buried them.
He began to remember who he was. It would be no fun to torment you if you only laughed. But I think the rest of us need a drink, after all that. Karl was silent for a moment; watching her, his eyes dark and intent.
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