The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[prozaic]

[Interesting answer, good answer.

Many would call it cliche, but it always turns into something.]

And how shall that guide you out of this fog?

[ledbythewind]

There are people waiting for me here.

[People he needs to get back to, people he needs to protect.]

They need me.

[prozaic]

Then... wake up.

[ledbythewind]

[It's like swimming through water at first, groping blindly for the surface, but Shalem's voice gives him a direction to head for, something to try to focus on...

... and so he reaches out his hand, trusting that there will be someone there to grab it.]

[prozaic]

[Richard is reaching out once again, and this time Shalem takes it. His hand is gloved, so even if there's a bit of an inhuman touch, the leather will keep Richard from getting alarmed from the coolness of his skin.]