I am sleeping in the ruins of an old abbey. I have to get up to turn off the music blasting from the sound system. My friend Keith (who died thirteen years ago) is trying to sleep in the next room. Another young man, lying on a crumbling ledge, has been woken by the noise. As I return to bed I notice air is being pumped through an ancient air conditioning system buried amongst the rubble.
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