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Chapter 8
The space between memories and dreams was extremely small, Anthony decided, drifting in a twilight world where all he sensed was Chloe's presence somewhere in the dim recesses of his mind. A blurred line separated memories from dreams and that line seemed to fade in and out. But he was dreaming, wasn't he? A far away silhouette began to take shape in front of him and it slowly became as though it were close enough to touch. Anthony suddenly found himself standing in his office, staring down at a scruffy, nervous-looking Alex Taylor, feeling disdain and anger, even jealousy. Jealousy because this man was his wife's friend and lover. And Alex was talking, rattling on with ever increasing speed. Anthony concentrated on the man's mouth, intrigued. He was confessing, and it was as if confessio
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