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She
flung
herself
through
.
Beyond
was
another
small
room
with
four
doors
.
To
the
right
she
went
,
and
to
the
right
,
and
to
the
right
,
and
to
the
right
,
and
to
the
right
,
and
to
the
right
,
and
to
the
right
,
until
she
was
dizzy
and
out
of
breath
once
more
.
When
she
stopped
,
she
found
herself
in
yet
another
dank
stone
chamber
.
.
.
but
this
time
the
door
opposite
was
round
,
shaped
like
an
open
mouth
,
and
Pyat
Pree
stood
outside
in
the
grass
beneath
the
trees
.
"
Can
it
be
that
the
Undying
are
done
with
you
so
soon
?
"
he
asked
in
disbelief
when
he
saw
her
.
"
So
soon
?
"
she
said
,
confused
.
"
I
’
ve
walked
for
hours
,
and
still
not
found
them
.
"
"
You
have
taken
a
wrong
turning
.
Come
,
I
will
lead
you
.
"
Pyat
Pree
held
out
his
hand
.
Dany
hesitated
.
There
was
a
door
to
her
right
,
still
closed
.
.
.
"
That
’
s
not
the
way
,
"
Pyat
Pree
said
firmly
,
his
blue
lips
prim
with
disapproval
.
"
The
Undying
Ones
will
not
wait
forever
.
"
"
Our
little
lives
are
no
more
than
a
flicker
of
a
moth
’
s
wing
to
them
,
"
Dany
said
,
remembering
.
"
Stubborn
child
.
You
will
be
lost
,
and
never
found
.
"
She
walked
away
from
him
,
to
the
door
on
the
right
.
"
No
,
"
Pyat
screeched
.
"
No
,
to
me
,
come
to
me
,
to
meeeeeee
.
"
His
face
crumbled
inward
,
changing
to
something
pale
and
wormlike
.
