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The
things
moved
between
caves
in
which
lay
the
hulks
of
ships
,
almost
all
too
strange
to
describe
.
And
somewhere
distant
,
somewhere
near
the
heart
of
the
rock
,
in
a
matriarchal
chamber
all
of
its
own
,
something
drummed
out
messages
to
its
companions
and
helpers
,
stiffly
articulated
,
antler
-
like
forelimbs
beating
against
stretched
tympana
of
finely
veined
skin
,
something
that
had
been
waiting
here
for
eternities
,
something
that
wanted
nothing
more
than
to
care
for
the
souls
of
the
lost
.
*
*
*
Katerina
’
s
with
Suzy
when
they
pull
me
out
of
the
surge
tank
.
It
’
s
bad
—
one
of
the
worst
revivals
I
’
ve
ever
gone
through
.
I
feel
as
if
every
vein
in
my
body
has
been
filled
with
finely
powdered
glass
.
For
a
moment
,
a
long
moment
,
even
the
idea
of
breathing
seems
insurmountably
difficult
,
too
hard
,
too
painful
even
to
contemplate
.
But
it
passes
,
as
it
always
passes
.
After
a
while
I
can
not
only
breathe
,
I
can
move
and
talk
.
"
Where
—
"
"
Easy
,
Skip
,
"
Suzy
says
.
She
leans
over
the
tank
and
starts
unplugging
me
.
I
can
’
t
help
but
smile
.
Suzy
’
s
smart
—
there
isn
’
t
a
better
syntax
runner
in
Ashanti
Industrial
—
but
she
’
s
also
beautiful
.
It
’
s
like
being
nursed
by
an
angel
.
I
wonder
if
Katerina
’
s
jealous
.
