Dreaming of the Fortress Again

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I had that dream again last night. The one in which we were excluded from the fortress.

She warned me at the time that it would continue to haunt me.

Dover Road

Years later, I found a note inside a book that she left behind.

It read: "There's milestones on the Dover Road."

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