Dread wears thin, images lose their power. If only he were able to anticipate, he'd often thought upon waking, if his sleeping self could only recognize the tang of it coming, he might be able to steel himself. Unfortunately, Gabriel's unconscious mind did not recognize that it was the dream and was therefore as vulnerable as a child squatting in the middle of the road. Its invasion was not nearly as shy as the dawn's. He was sprawled naked under a thin sheet that badly needed washing, and into his sleeping mind something crept. But they were not awake and neither was Gabriel Knight. Out in the bayous on the edge of town, there were one or two old men that, had they been awake and watching, could have accurately predicted an unusually hot, unusually humid summer's day. It was a tremulous light that merged, mistlike, with the darkness. June 18,1993 New Orleans Dawn was barely perceptible, bleeding a diffused golden pink into the night sky. The lake was smooth and deep and black as was her scented skin. Gabriel Knight: Sins Of The Fathers Chapter I I dreamt of blood upon the shore, of eyes that spoke of sin.
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