Fragment 13

I want him Father. Let me…

The half-spaces between waking and drifting where things sonorous and frightful came to murmur.

Hours compressed. Umin slept.

Oh, the chime is ringling. Oh...

Awakening.

To find the low, knotty-iron doorway wide and unhinged.

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