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hands
.
He
followed
it
,
found
an
arm
.
Gently
,
he
traced
the
arm
,
exposed
her
face
.
“
Do
you
hear
me
?
”
he
whispered
.
No
answer
.
He
dug
faster
,
freed
her
shoulders
.
She
was
limp
beneath
his
hands
,
but
he
detected
a
slow
heartbeat
.
Bindu
suspension
,
he
told
himself
.
He
cleared
the
sand
away
to
her
waist
,
draped
her
arms
over
his
shoulders
and
pulled
downslope
,
slowly
at
first
,
then
dragging
her
as
fast
as
he
could
,
feeling
the
sand
give
way
above
.
Faster
and
faster
he
pulled
her
,
gasping
with
the
effort
,
fighting
to
keep
his
balance
.
He
was
out
on
the
hard
-
packed
floor
of
the
fissure
then
,
swinging
her
to
his
shoulder
and
breaking
into
a
staggering
run
as
the
entire
sandslope
came
down
with
a
loud
hiss
that
echoed
and
was
magnified
within
the
rock
walls
.
He
stopped
at
the
end
of
the
fissure
where
it
looked
out
on
the
desert
’
s
marching
dunes
some
thirty
meters
below
.
Gently
,
he
lowered
her
to
the
sand
,
uttered
the
word
to
bring
her
out
of
the
catalepsis
.
She
awakened
slowly
,
taking
deeper
and
deeper
breaths
.
“
I
knew
you
’
d
find
me
,
”
she
whispered
.
He
looked
back
up
the
fissure
.
“
It
might
have
been
kinder
if
I
hadn
’
t
.
”
