The Scarlet Glow of My Dreams

"I recognise you from my dreams. There are so many people who die in London, and I know so few of them," he writes to his former student. "It took a month and a half for my father's image to fade from the orange glow of the street lamps in my dream London." He adds: 'By my estimation he had appeared about ten days before his death' It is hoped that this letter will provide some insight into what we're dealing with here.

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