“I have a body, he decided, with wonder. Then he wondered if he would find himself in a hospital bed, all his cynicisms proved true and the only people waiting to reel him in being members of Her Majesty's Constabulary. He opened his eyes, then shut them quickly. But closed eyes did not erase the images, and he could certainly fell that he was not lying down. Did a bus really hit me? Or have I just gone stark staring mad? He opened his eyes again. Nothing had changed. This particular de...lusion had distinctly worrying tenacity and, still of logical mind, Carroll decided it would be best to treat it as reality. It would save on confusion. The men in the other chairs were fighters. This was obvious at a glance. To Carroll's right there sat a Roman legionary. To his left sat a World War One corporal who seemed to have something wrong with his face. And there were more fighting men from the various ages of Earth, seated on wooden chairs on a steel plain that stretched to seeming infinity.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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