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Chapter 4
That night I dreamed of the creature of Frankenstein. I dreamed of the flowing black locks, the strange colour of its skin, the watery yellow eye opening as it awoke with a convulsive shudder. In my dream I saw it lunging towards my father – not on the ice floes but in the mountains by a lake. My father flew to meet its embrace and the two were locked in mortal combat. I watched, powerless to intervene. My mouth opened but no scream came out. Instead I heard another voice – not my own – crying, “Father, Father – no!” as both monster and my father fell.
“It is an ill omen, Father,” I told him later, over breakfast. “I fear this mission will be the death of you.” But he dismissed my fears with a wave of his three-
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