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Who was he?

Standing at the window, white knuckles pressed against the painted sill, he stared out over a three-sided courtyard. The open side looked out onto fields which seemed to stretch for miles. From where he stood, the house itself appeared to be quite large. Old too, if he was any judge. This thought brought him back to the problem at hand. With a sigh, he turned away from the window and sat down at the bureau. Picking up the white card, he stared at it once more. It was an invitation, gilded around it's edges with black lettering. He stared at the name, not knowing if it was his or not.

To


Mr. Jason Korde


You are cordially invited to a weekend of Murder, Mystery and Suspense.


To be held on February 31st 1924 at Whoosher House.


Arrival time at your convenience.


RSVP


He read the card again. Not only did he not recognise the name, he was damned sure there were not thirty-one days in February either. Oh well, time to find out what was going on. He stood and walked over to the wardrobe. He had explored the room earlier and found a hidden door leading to an on-suite bathroom. He had washed the sleep from his body and gone in search of clothes. In the wardrobe he found shirts, underclothes, trousers, jackets and a frock-coat. He dressed in a white shirt, with deep lapels and a ruff all the way down the centre, a pair of black bell-bottomed trousers, and now, the deep russet coloured frock coat. He looked at his reflection in the wardrobes mirrored door and sighed. He did not recognise the face that stared back at him. Apparently his name was Jason Korde, but the name rang no bells. He was prepared to swear on oath that, he had never heard it before, and yet, it could be! After all, he didn't know who he was, did he?


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Standing before the window once more, he stared out over the forecourt, over a small cottage in the distance, past a small graveyard, past trees and across fields. It seemed things were changing. This vista was certainly different since the last time he looked outside.
'The multiverse is in a state of flux'.
He felt a faint stirring in the back of his mind. A womans voice in his head. One he knew well but could not place. A faceless voice that called to him [sign in to see URL]? Time, space! Instintively, his hand moved towards his hip in a grasping motion. He felt mild surprise as his fingers closed on thin air. He sighed, clearly in disappointment, but over what, he didn't know. He turned back towards the bureau and again picked up the invitation. Turning it over in his hands, he could still find no clue, either in the wording or the presentation. As he stared at it's whiteness, it's bold, traditional arabic font, the words began to blur for a moment before regaining clarity once more. He blinked to clear his vision and, when he looked again, the name had vanished. It was now merely an open invitation. Tucking the card into his pocket he turned towards the door. He had delayed long enough. There were answers elsewhere. He needed to find them!

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Softly closing the door behind him, he glanced briefly to his left at the window at the end of the corridor, then, turned right towards the head of the stairs. There wer several other rooms on his route and he walked quietly, listening at each door as he passed. Nothing, not a single sound or murmur. Were they all empty? Should he try a handle? See if any were occupied. What if they were? What if someone was home? He felt a wave of panic begin to build inside, his breathing quickened and, as he reached the top of the stairs, dizziness made his vision blur and his head began to spin. He reached out for the bannister as his legs began to fold under him. His hand missed the safety of the handrail, and he tumbled forwards, landing in a heap at the foot of the stairs. As blackness claimed him once more, he saw them. Like wraiths, they slid through the walls to glare down at [sign in to see URL] the women he had known. The women he had loved, the women he had hurt, the women he had lied to and the women he had killed. All of them. Each face mocking him as their glares slowly turned to masks of horror. As consciousness left him, one face floated to the fore and whispered, 'Jason, leave this place'.

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'Jason?' That name again. It was still unfamiliar to him, and yet, at the same time he felt a comfort in hearing it spoken. The blackness slowly turned to grey. First by pinpoints of light pricking at his eyeballs, then, like peering through a misty forest, thin bands of murky grey slowly teasing their way between his lashes. As his eyelids fully opened he groaned and tried sitting up. Head thumping, he succeeded in propping himself on his elbows. Slowly he looked around and wondered where the house had gone. He was lying alone in the sand. A desert? He didn't know. The grey mist prevented him from seeing very far in any direction. As he tried to peer through the curtain of grey, he felt the light touch of a hand rest upon his shoulder. Spinning his head round, he let dizziness battle with the thumping in his head until, finally, both subsided and he found himself staring into the eyes of an old woman. He didn’t recognise her, and it must have showed, for she smiled at the obvious discomfort in his eyes.
“The answers to your three questions are, Yes, No and Eurayle”. She whispered, then laughed. It was a laugh that made him shudder, a wheezing cackle of sound, emanating not from the throat, but deeper than that. He raised himself to a sitting position and said. “Have we met?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Then I must know you”.
“No”. She was now laughing again.
He thought for a moment and then said, “There really is no need for a third question, is there?”
She thrust out her hand to grasp his and laughingly said, “Eurayle.”
Despite the strangeness of the situation, he smiled at her obvious joy and found himself laughing along with the old woman.

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