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           Hestoodthereforamoment,swaying,watchingLouismovealongthepaththepathwhichcontinuedonthefarsideofthedeadfall.

           LouisturnedandlookedbackatSteve.Heheldhiswife,wrappedinabloodysheet,inhisarms.

           "Youmayhearsounds,"Louissaid."Soundslikevoices.Buttheyarejusttheloons,downsouthtowardProspect.Thesoundcarries.It’sfunny."

           "Louis"

           ButLouishadturnedaway.

           ForamomentStevealmostfollowedhimitwasvery,veryclose.

           Icouldhelphim,ifthat’swhathewants...andIwanttohelphim,yes.That’sthetruthbecausethere’smoregoingonherethanmeetstheeyeandIwanttoknowwhatitis.Itseemsvery...well...veryimportant.Itseemslikeasecret.Likeamystery.

           Thenabranchsnappedunderoneofhiscantedfeet.Itmadeadry,dustysoundlikeatrackstarter’sgun.Itbroughthimbacktoexactlywherehewasandwhathewasdoing.Terrorleapedintohimandheturnedaroundinaclumsycircle,armsheldoutforbalance,histongueandthroatoilywithfright,hisfacebaringthedismayedgrimaceofamanwhowakesuponlytofindhehassleepwalkedhiswayontoahighskyscraperledge.

           She’sdeadandIthinkthatmaybeLouishaskilledher,Louishasgonemad,utterlymad,but

           Buttherewassomethingworsethanmadnessheresomethingmuch,muchworse.

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