Minutes from the Campfire 1
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jackPreviously we had talked only in the most general terms about who we had been in life, and how we had died. Our memories of travelling toward the valley, toward the looming mountain seemed to stretch back forever, an infinity of existence that never began, all compressed into a finite time. So there was never a good point to start talking about it.
However, as we grew closer to the mountain, it gave us a definite time to start, and one evening, clustered round a huddled camp-fire, the conversation drifted to speculation and we began comparing notes.
Our memories were vague before a couple of months ago, we remembered endless travelling together, but the days blurred into one, and we could find no definite points of correspondence, and the professor deduced that only since then had we really been experiencing time day by day.
None of us [...text is obliterated here, possibly a description that at this time the narrator actually did remember something, but nothing she felt comfortable volunteering to the others...] remembered our deaths, or any journeying into the veils to this lost world. But we worked out we were all in middle-to-late middle-age, had had successful lives but were still achieving as long as we could remember, and instinctively felt we had all had fairly sudden but non-traumatic deaths [...obliterated].
Janice Clive gave the idea, and I gave the name to it, the AL-Hazwad gap. More known from necromancy than other magic, necromancers and certain unsavoury cultures arrange it before death in various ways, but the theory... People who die violently or young do not accept it; their soul rails against it. People who die at the end of their lives are happy to stream away into eternity. But people like us continue into death most like we were in life, and if you intend to call on soul for any request, we are... ...
However, as we grew closer to the mountain, it gave us a definite time to start, and one evening, clustered round a huddled camp-fire, the conversation drifted to speculation and we began comparing notes.
Our memories were vague before a couple of months ago, we remembered endless travelling together, but the days blurred into one, and we could find no definite points of correspondence, and the professor deduced that only since then had we really been experiencing time day by day.
None of us [...text is obliterated here, possibly a description that at this time the narrator actually did remember something, but nothing she felt comfortable volunteering to the others...] remembered our deaths, or any journeying into the veils to this lost world. But we worked out we were all in middle-to-late middle-age, had had successful lives but were still achieving as long as we could remember, and instinctively felt we had all had fairly sudden but non-traumatic deaths [...obliterated].
Janice Clive gave the idea, and I gave the name to it, the AL-Hazwad gap. More known from necromancy than other magic, necromancers and certain unsavoury cultures arrange it before death in various ways, but the theory... People who die violently or young do not accept it; their soul rails against it. People who die at the end of their lives are happy to stream away into eternity. But people like us continue into death most like we were in life, and if you intend to call on soul for any request, we are... ...
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