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           ”AndbeforeChaniorJessicacouldstophim,hedippedhishandintotheewertheyhadplacedonthefloorbesidehim,andhebroughtthedrippinghandtohismouth,swallowedthepalm-cuppedliquid.

           “Paul!”Jessicascreamed.

           Hegrabbedherhand,facedherwithadeath’sheadgrin,andhesenthisawarenesssurgingoverher.

           Therapportwasnotastender,notassharing,notasencompassingasithadbeenwithAliaandwiththeOldReverendMotherinthecavern...butitwasarapport:asense-sharingoftheentirebeing.Itshookher,weakenedher,andshecoweredinhermind,fearfulofhim.

           Aloud,hesaid:“Youspeakofaplacewhereyoucannotenter?ThisplacewhichtheReverendMothercannotface,showittome.”

           Sheshookherhead,terrifiedbytheverythought.

           “Showittome!”hecommanded.

           “No!”

           Butshecouldnotescapehim.Bludgeonedbytheterribleforceofhim,sheclosedhereyesandfocusedinward-the-direction-that-is-dark.

           Paul’sconsciousnessflowedthroughandaroundherandintothedarkness.

           Sheglimpsedtheplacedimlybeforehermindblankeditselfawayfromtheterror.Withoutknowingwhy,herwholebeingtrembledatwhatshehadseen—aregionwhereawindblewandsparksglared,whereringsoflightexpandedandcontracted,whererowsoftumescentwhiteshapesflowedoverandunderandaroundthelights,drivenbydarknessandawindoutofnowhere.

           Presently,sheopenedhereyes,sawPaulstaringupather.Hestillheldherhand,buttheterriblerapportwasgone.Shequietedhertrembling.Paulreleasedherhand.Itwasasthoughsomecrutchhadbeenremoved.