“Another universe called him, the flat, colourless Dead World would always beckon - it would always be waiting, with all its empty, vacuous fields unfolding away forever. In a sense, he thought, it scarcely mattered where Father Christmas left him. It scarcely mattered what he did, what he felt - for his destination was both fixed and completely unavoidable.”
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Christmas Crossings
Published on December 16, 2012 14:15