The Old Television Studio, Chapter Three
Luminous fragments of a bygone Nottingham still ringing with the forces that had rendered its genesis flew in the darkness of that cavernous chamber, speeding to a vanishing-point far off whence emitted the summons which had taken hold of Jenny’s every sense. She saw old stone building-frontages ruddy with sunset beneath panoramas of fire-splashed cloud, and there were glowing pine-forests too, rolling on either side of the road while overhead a new night sky scintillated with stars. Here and there a flicker of friendly flame, or the yellow spark of a teleport, even hinted at The Four Heroes as they’d been then.
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