She walked down the gloomy corridor, worriedly looking in room after room, thinking, Where is Edward? When she first started having the dream, not along after his death, she would eventually find him—only to discover he wasn’t the same Edward she’d married. She would open a door and there he would be, levering himself off the bed, physically moving the stump that had once been his right leg with his hands, his ruined face thrown into cruel relief by a nearby branch of candles. And then he’d turn, and scream at her, Get out! The dream had changed since she’d married Charles. Now she went from room to room and never found Edward. When she reached the last room, she would suddenly remember that he was dead, and would wake with the tears still wet on her face. She woke both to the certain knowledge that Edward was dead and to the realisation that she had a new husband, one who was making her present wildly happy.
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