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Churel and ghoul and Djinn and sprite / Shall bear us company tonight, / For we have reached the Oldest Land / Wherein the powers of Darkness range. / -- Kipling.
Elak's sleep that night was broken by dreams -- flashing, disordered visions of many things. He stared up at the white moonlit ceiling of the apartment. And -- it was changed. The familiar room was gone. Light still existed, but it was oddly changed -- grayish and unreal. Unearthly planes and angles slipped past Elak, and in his ears a low humming grew. This changed to a high-pitched, droning whine, and died away at last.