Not the same Camber Sands that will appear almost thirty years later in the Filial Dream about Camber Sands. He is sitting on the floor of the shelter, looking at the sky on the other side of the window with a little mirror taken from the suite's bathroom. In the middle of the living room of his suite at the Hotel in the Sands at Camber Sands, Lorenzo Giraut has built some sort of small shelter using various pieces of furniture and the mattress from his bed. Those brains that crackle and spark and bubble, their irregular surfaces covered with small electrical charges. The sky of Camber Sands looks like those brains that live in a tank surrounded by machines. Wear sensible shoes and always say thank you. Accursèd! Accursèd be it to the æons! Hell. There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse.
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