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In the beginning was the word, and the word was Unnamed. He opened his eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed even vaguely familiar. In the distance he could make out the contours of a forest, further away - some hills. He stood up and started to move in that direction, though somewhat uncertainly. Suddenly a horse snorted nearby. Unnamed turned. The horse did not start, only stepped away, as if beckoning. Unnamed followed him, first slowly, then at a run. The horse moved clumsily, throwing his legs high, ambling strangely and sometimes sprawling in a jump like a drawn string. The outline of a palace showed up ahead. The purple hue of the

В начале было слово – Безымянный. Он открыл глаза и огляделся. Ничто вокруг не казалось даже смутно знакомым. В