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Itwasherbrother,Arch.Hiseyeswereopenwideandsightless.Sherealizedthathermouthwasopen.Shecouldhearherselfscreaming.
"Thathurt,"saidthemarquis.Herubbedhisforehead,hard,twistedhisheadaroundonhisneck,asifheweretryingtoeaseasudden,painfulcrick.
"Memories,"sheexplained."They’reimprintedinthewalls."
Heraisedaneyebrow."Youcouldhavewarnedme."
Theywereinahugewhiteroom.Everywallwascoveredwithpictures.Eachpicturewasofadifferentroom.Thewhiteroomcontainednodoors:noopeningsofanykind."Interestingdecor,"acknowledgedthemarquis.
"Thisistheentrancehall.WecangofromheretoanyroomintheHouse.Theyarealllinked."
"Wherearetheotherroomslocated?"
Sheshookherhead."Idon’tknow.Milesaway,probably.They’rescatteredallovertheUnderside."
Themarquishadmanagedtocoverthewholeroominaseriesofimpatientstrides."Quiteremarkable.Anassociativehouse,everyroomofwhichislocatedsomewhereelse.Soimaginative.Yourgrandfatherwasamanofvision,Door."
"Ineverknewhim."Sheswallowed,thencontinued,talkingtoherselfasmuchastohim."Weshouldhavebeensafehere.Nobodyshouldhavebeenabletohurtus.Onlymyfamilycouldmovearoundit."
