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Jud
's
voice
in
his
head
gave
him
a
measure
of
resolve
.
He
began
to
move
steadily
forward
again
,
lurching
at
first
,
then
finding
his
balance
.
He
did
n't
look
away
but
noticed
that
the
face
--
if
that
was
what
it
was
and
not
just
a
shape
made
by
the
mist
and
his
own
mind
--
seemed
to
always
remain
the
same
distance
away
from
him
.
And
seconds
or
minutes
later
,
it
simply
dissolved
into
drifting
mist
.
That
was
not
St.
Elmo
's
fire
.
No
,
of
course
it
was
n't
.
This
place
was
thick
with
spirits
;
it
was
tenebrous
with
them
.
You
could
look
around
and
see
something
that
would
send
you
raving
mad
.
He
would
not
think
about
it
.
There
was
no
need
to
think
about
it
.
There
was
no
need
to
--
Something
was
coming
.
Louis
came
to
a
total
halt
,
listening
to
that
sound
...
that
inexorable
,
approaching
sound
.
His
mouth
fell
open
,
every
tendon
that
held
his
jaw
shut
simply
giving
up
.
It
was
a
sound
like
nothing
he
had
ever
heard
in
his
life
--
a
living
sound
,
a
big
sound
.
Somewhere
nearby
,
growing
closer
,
branches
were
snapping
off
.
There
was
a
crackle
of
underbrush
breaking
under
unimaginable
feet
.
The
jellylike
ground
under
Louis
's
feet
began
to
shake
in
sympathetic
vibration
.
He
became
aware
that
he
was
moaning
.
(
oh
my
God
oh
my
dear
God
what
is
that
what
is
coming
through
this
fog
?
)
and
once
more
clutching
Gage
to
his
chest
;
he
became
aware
that
the
peepers
and
frogs
had
fallen
silent
,
he
became
aware
that
the
wet
,
damp
air
had
taken
on
an
eldritch
,
sickening
smell
like
warm
,
spoiled
pork
.
Whatever
it
was
,
it
was
huge
.
