Gorian's Reckoning (Part 3) [W.I]

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'I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb – ' Emily Dickinson (1836-1860)