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And suddenly the room changed. At first, he wasn’t sure how. The white walls, the bed, the machines… They all looked the same, but something about them was different. He gasped as he realised what it was. They were no longer real! They were flat, two-dimensional – like paintings. He gripped Mom’s hand harder, trying to steady himself, feeling himself sinking, not down, but in; into her mind, her dream, growing closer and closer as the room ebbed away. Until suddenly he was engulfed, and a black sea rushed towards him, the roar of it a thousand thunders. It crashed him down and pulled him under. He drifted in the currents, in the darkness of the deep. A long way away he could hear the raging of the storm.

from Kenji by L.J.M. Wadsworth


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