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I decided to go to the British Museum because they'd moved it to a new building and had an exhibition of esoteric objects never before seen by human eyes. They'd invented a brand-new system of paying your way in.

There were three portals with a heavy black metal symbol and a sign above each one. One had a pentagram and read 'Faith', another a clockface and read 'Freedom', and the final one had a coin and read 'Fortune'. The third door was a traditional money donation. But entering by the first, you paid in strength of belief. To pass through the second you paid a small portion of your lifetime. I was trying to decide when I woke up.

(Meanwhile, in her dreams, kauket was debating whether old episodes of Dad's Army were admissible as evidence in court.)