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Aloud
,
he
said
:
“
You
speak
of
a
place
where
you
cannot
enter
?
This
place
which
the
Reverend
Mother
cannot
face
,
show
it
to
me
.
”
She
shook
her
head
,
terrified
by
the
very
thought
.
“
Show
it
to
me
!
”
he
commanded
.
“
No
!
”
But
she
could
not
escape
him
.
Bludgeoned
by
the
terrible
force
of
him
,
she
closed
her
eyes
and
focused
inward
-
the
-
direction
-
that
-
is
-
dark
.
Paul
’
s
consciousness
flowed
through
and
around
her
and
into
the
darkness
.
She
glimpsed
the
place
dimly
before
her
mind
blanked
itself
away
from
the
terror
.
Without
knowing
why
,
her
whole
being
trembled
at
what
she
had
seen
—
a
region
where
a
wind
blew
and
sparks
glared
,
where
rings
of
light
expanded
and
contracted
,
where
rows
of
tumescent
white
shapes
flowed
over
and
under
and
around
the
lights
,
driven
by
darkness
and
a
wind
out
of
nowhere
.
Presently
,
she
opened
her
eyes
,
saw
Paul
staring
up
at
her
.
He
still
held
her
hand
,
but
the
terrible
rapport
was
gone
.
She
quieted
her
trembling
.
Paul
released
her
hand
.
It
was
as
though
some
crutch
had
been
removed
.
She
staggered
up
and
back
,
would
have
fallen
had
not
Chani
jumped
to
support
her
.
“
Reverend
Mother
!
”
Chani
said
.
“
What
is
wrong
?
”
