You wake to stillness. The hammering, banging, and shouting that kept you awake half the night are gone. The air is cold, and something smells burnt. Your master's experiments must be finished, but with what result?
Something hesitates on the edge of your consciousness, the memory of unquiet dreams...
Then you see. You have been sent, again. The taste of ash is on your lips, the grit in your eyes. And you blink...
Copyright Emily Short 2000.
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Release 4 / Serial number 020222 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/10
A formless place, such as you have often seen before; where dreams end and tasks begin. The floor is uneven, cupped like the palm of your master's hand. The walls shimmer with the artifice of your sending.
A loose rock lies near your foot.