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Where
the
dunes
began
,
perhaps
fifty
meters
away
at
the
foot
of
a
rock
beach
,
a
silver
-
gray
curve
broached
from
the
desert
,
sending
rivers
of
sand
and
dust
cascading
all
around
.
It
lifted
higher
,
resolved
into
a
giant
,
questing
mouth
.
It
was
a
round
,
black
hole
with
edges
glistening
in
the
moonlight
.
The
mouth
snaked
toward
the
narrow
crack
where
Paul
and
Jessica
huddled
.
Cinnamon
yelled
in
their
nostrils
.
Moonlight
flashed
from
crystal
teeth
.
Back
and
forth
the
great
mouth
wove
.
Paul
stilled
his
breathing
.
Jessica
crouched
staring
.
It
took
intense
concentration
of
her
Bene
Gesserit
training
to
put
down
the
primal
terrors
,
subduing
a
race
-
memory
fear
that
threatened
to
fill
her
mind
.
Paul
felt
a
kind
of
elation
.
In
some
recent
instant
,
he
had
crossed
a
time
barrier
into
more
unknown
territory
.
He
could
sense
the
darkness
ahead
,
nothing
revealed
to
his
inner
eye
.
It
was
as
though
some
step
he
had
taken
had
plunged
him
into
a
well
.
.
.
or
into
the
trough
of
a
wave
where
the
future
was
invisible
.
The
landscape
had
undergone
a
profound
shifting
.
