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Paul
lurched
sideways
two
steps
.
“
Boom
!
Boom
!
”
“
Drum
sand
!
”
Jessica
hissed
.
Paul
recovered
his
balance
.
A
sweeping
glance
took
in
the
sand
around
them
,
the
rock
escarpment
perhaps
two
hundred
meters
away
.
Behind
them
,
he
heard
a
hissing
—
like
the
wind
,
like
a
riptide
where
there
was
no
water
.
“
Run
!
”
Jessica
screamed
.
“
Paul
,
run
!
”
They
ran
.
Drum
sound
boomed
beneath
their
feet
.
Then
they
were
out
of
it
and
into
pea
gravel
.
For
a
time
,
the
running
was
a
relief
to
muscles
that
ached
from
unfamiliar
,
rhythmless
use
.
Here
was
action
that
could
be
understood
.
Here
was
rhythm
.
But
sand
and
gravel
dragged
at
their
feet
.
And
the
hissing
approach
of
the
worm
was
storm
sound
that
grew
around
them
.
Jessica
stumbled
to
her
knees
.
All
she
could
think
of
was
the
fatigue
and
the
sound
and
the
terror
.
Paul
dragged
her
up
.
