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The
meteors
seemed
to
her
like
a
warning
,
like
tiger
stripes
,
like
luminous
grave
slats
clabbering
her
blood
.
And
she
felt
the
chill
of
the
price
on
their
heads
.
“
Hurry
up
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
want
to
collapse
the
tent
.
”
A
shower
of
sand
from
the
surface
brushed
her
left
hand
.
How
much
sand
will
the
hand
hold
?
she
asked
herself
.
“
Shall
I
help
you
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
No
.
”
She
swallowed
in
a
dry
throat
,
slipped
into
the
hole
,
felt
static
-
packed
sand
rasp
under
her
hands
.
Paul
reached
down
,
took
her
arm
.
She
stood
beside
him
on
a
smooth
patch
of
starlit
desert
,
stared
around
.
Sand
almost
brimmed
their
basin
,
leaving
only
a
dim
lip
of
surrounding
rock
.
She
probed
the
farther
darkness
with
her
trained
senses
.
Noise
of
small
animals
.
Birds
.
A
fall
of
dislodged
sand
and
faint
creature
sounds
within
it
.
Paul
collapsing
their
tent
,
recovering
it
up
the
hole
.
