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And
all
the
while
their
ears
searched
for
a
special
hissing
.
The
sound
,
when
it
came
,
started
so
low
that
their
own
dragging
passage
masked
it
.
But
it
grew
.
.
.
louder
and
louder
.
.
.
out
of
the
west
.
“
Lump
.
.
.
lump
.
.
.
lump
.
.
.
lump
.
.
.
.
”
drummed
the
thumper
.
The
hissing
approach
spread
across
the
night
behind
them
.
They
turned
their
heads
as
they
walked
,
saw
the
mound
of
the
coursing
worm
.
“
Keep
moving
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
“
Don
’
t
look
back
.
”
A
grating
sound
of
fury
exploded
from
the
rock
shadows
they
had
left
.
It
was
a
flailing
avalanche
of
noise
.
“
Keep
moving
,
”
Paul
repeating
.
He
saw
that
they
had
reached
an
unmarked
point
where
the
two
rock
faces
—
the
one
ahead
and
the
one
behind
—
appeared
equally
remote
.
