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           Shewouldhavescreamedifshecould;butthenthedustyfloorboardscameuptomeethersofastandsohardthat,hadshebeenbreathing,theywouldhaveknockedthebreathfromherbody.

           Timerushedoverherandintoher,swirlinglikeadust-devil.Athousandmemoriesbegantoplayatonce:shewaswetandstinkingonthefloorofthefarmhouse;andshewaslostinadepartmentstoretheweekbeforeChristmasandherfatherwasnowheretobeseen;andnowshewassittinginthebaratChi-Chi’s,orderingastrawberrydaiquiriandcheckingoutherblinddate,thebig,graveman-child,andwonderinghowhekissed;andshewasinthecaras,sickeningly,itrolledandjolted,andRobbiewasscreamingatheruntilthemetalpostfinallystoppedthecar,butnotitscontents,frommoving…

           Thewateroftime,whichcomesfromthespringoffate,Urd’sWell,isnotthewateroflife.Notquite.Itfeedstherootsoftheworldtree,though.Andthereisnootherwaterlikeit.

           WhenLaurawokeintheemptyfarmhouseroom,shewasshivering,andherbreathactuallysteamedinthemorningair.Therewasascrapeonthebackofherhand,andawetsmearonthescrape,thered-orangeoffreshblood.

           Andsheknewwhereshehadtogo.Shehaddrunkfromthewateroftime,whichcomesfromthespringoffate.Shecouldseethemountaininhermind.Shelickedthebloodfromthebackofherhand,marvelingatthefilmofsaliva,andshebegantowalk.

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