I remember noticing afterwards that I could not have been long asleep. When I began to dream I had only just blown out the candle, and when I awoke again there was still a smouldering spark upon its wick.
But, as I have said, in that spirit-land whither I had journeyed is to be found neither time nor space nor any other familiar thing.
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