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Castle Rock
"Think."
Whatwasthesensiblethingtodo?
TherewasnoPiggytotalksense.Therewasnosolemnassemblyfordebatenordignityoftheconch.
"Think."
Most,hewasbeginningtodreadthecurtainthatmightwaverinhisbrain,blackingoutthesenseofdanger,makingasimpletonofhim.
Athirdideawouldbetohidesowellthattheadvancinglinewouldpasswithoutdiscoveringhim.
Hejerkedhisheadoffthegroundandlistened.Therewasanothernoisetoattendtonow,adeepgrumblingnoise,asthoughtheforestitselfwereangrywithhim,asombernoiseacrosswhichtheululationswerescribbledexcruciatinglyasonslate.Heknewhehadhearditbeforesomewhere,buthadnotimetoremember.
Breaktheline.
Atree.
Hide,andletthempass.
Anearercrystoodhimonhisfeetandimmediatelyhewasawayagain,runningfastamongthornsandbrambles.Suddenlyheblunderedintotheopen,foundhimselfagaininthatopenspace—andtherewasthefathom-widegrinoftheskull,nolongerridiculingadeepbluepatchofskybutjeeringupintoablanketofsmoke.
