The stale coffee is boiling up but he catches it before it goes over the
side, pours it into a stained cup and blows on the black liquid, lets a
panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention
on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the
mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong.
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