Darkness settled over him as he fell at the policeman’s feet, the world dissolving like snow. Something was against his throat—the tightening fingers of the policeman. He would not struggle. He did not care. He was happy, happy for the first time in a long, long while. When the law had made a corpse, the policeman rose, but the sun had set. There would be no wizard to raise it up again.
And I stretched, and I awoke, and the dream began to fade from my mind. If I have destroyed that world, I have done so by waking.
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