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TRANSCENDENCE by A Penman
I did a quick time check. It was eight PM. Only an hour had passed. It seemed like a lot more time had elapsed. I was fully relaxed in the “ringside” chair. My wife stood alone, in the center of the mat. Lady Bianca had gently extricated herself from June’s embrace. And, without saying a word, she went off somewhere into the dark. After a few minutes I sniffed a familiar fragrance in the air, over the incense.The Lady returned with some of that herbal tea she served the other night. We all...