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Never
to
forget
!
”
But
Jessica
’
s
attention
was
focused
on
the
revelation
of
the
Water
of
Life
,
seeing
its
source
:
the
liquid
exhalation
of
a
dying
sandworm
,
a
maker
.
And
as
she
saw
the
killing
of
it
in
her
new
memory
,
she
suppressed
a
gasp
.
The
creature
was
drowned
!
“
Mother
,
are
you
all
right
?
”
Paul
’
s
voice
intruded
on
her
,
and
Jessica
struggled
out
of
the
inner
awareness
to
stare
up
at
him
,
conscious
of
duty
to
him
,
but
resenting
his
presence
.
I
’
m
like
a
person
whose
hands
were
kept
numb
,
without
sensation
from
the
first
moment
of
awareness
—
until
one
day
the
ability
to
feel
is
forced
into
them
.
The
thought
hung
in
her
mind
,
an
enclosing
awareness
.
And
I
say
:
“
Look
!
I
have
no
hands
!
”
But
the
people
all
around
me
say
:
“
What
are
hands
?
”
“
Are
you
all
right
?
”
Paul
repeated
.
