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The
people
sleepwalking
in
their
hallways
.
"
Five
!
"
He
felt
their
hands
on
the
doorknobs
!
The
smell
of
the
river
was
cool
and
like
a
solid
rain
.
His
throat
was
burnt
rust
and
his
eyes
were
wept
dry
with
running
.
He
yelled
as
if
this
yell
would
jet
him
on
,
fling
him
the
last
hundred
yards
.
"
Six
,
seven
,
eight
!
"
The
doorknobs
turned
on
five
thousand
doors
.
"
Nine
!
"
He
ran
out
away
from
the
last
row
of
houses
,
on
a
slope
leading
down
to
a
solid
moving
blackness
.
"
Ten
!
"
The
doors
opened
.
He
imagined
thousands
on
thousands
of
faces
peering
into
yards
,
into
alleys
,
and
into
the
sky
,
faces
hid
by
curtains
,
pale
,
night-frightened
faces
,
like
grey
animals
peering
from
electric
caves
,
faces
with
grey
colourless
eyes
,
grey
tongues
and
grey
thoughts
looking
out
through
the
numb
flesh
of
the
face
.
But
he
was
at
the
river
.
