Someone had to say it. He walks across the bridge, and although the wind is a little cold, he still enjoys the sun on his face and the way it breaks into a million bright splinters on the Charles. ' Maybe it'll make more sense to you than it does to me, he thought. He washanging upside-down in a cave of deep orange rock.
Henry didn't think he would ever know exactly what had happened here, but of one thing he was sure: the dreamcatcher had snared a real nightmare this time. A good many here, a few more over the years. It rolled down that hill and into Kansas Street. ' Listening again.
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