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He
shook
his
head
.
“
It
’
d
have
to
be
sounds
without
rhythm
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
What
?
Oh
.
Yes
.
If
we
broke
our
steps
.
.
.
the
sand
itself
must
shift
down
at
times
.
Worms
can
’
t
investigate
every
little
sound
.
We
should
be
fully
rested
before
we
try
it
,
though
.
”
He
looked
across
at
that
other
rock
wall
,
seeing
the
passage
of
time
in
the
vertical
moonshadows
there
.
“
It
’
ll
be
dawn
within
the
hour
.
”
“
Where
’
ll
we
spend
the
day
?
”
she
asked
.
Paul
turned
left
,
pointed
.
“
The
cliff
curves
back
north
over
there
.
You
can
see
by
the
way
it
’
s
wind
-
cut
that
’
s
the
windward
face
.
There
’
ll
be
crevasses
there
,
deep
ones
.
”
“
Had
we
better
get
started
?
”
she
asked
.
He
stood
,
helped
her
to
her
feet
.
“
Are
you
rested
enough
for
a
climb
down
?
I
want
to
get
as
close
as
possible
to
the
desert
floor
before
we
camp
.
”
“
Enough
.
”
She
nodded
for
him
to
lead
the
way
.
