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Pascow
was
walking
toward
him
now
,
his
bloody
face
grim
in
the
moonlight
,
and
the
last
of
Louis
's
coherent
mind
began
to
slip
away
in
a
yammering
,
cyclic
thought
:
You
got
to
scream
yourself
awake
does
n't
matter
if
you
scare
Rachel
Ellie
Gage
wake
the
whole
household
the
whole
neighborhood
got
to
scream
yourself
awake
screamscreamscreamyourselfawakeawakeawake
--
But
only
a
thin
whisper
of
air
would
come
.
It
was
the
sound
of
a
little
kid
sitting
on
a
stoop
somewhere
and
trying
to
teach
himself
to
whistle
.
Pascow
came
closer
and
then
spoke
.
"
The
door
must
not
be
opened
,
"
Pascow
said
.
He
was
looking
down
at
Louis
because
Louis
had
fallen
to
his
knees
.
There
was
a
look
on
his
face
which
Louis
at
first
mistook
for
compassion
.
It
was
n't
really
compassion
at
all
;
only
a
dreadful
kind
of
patience
.
Still
he
pointed
at
the
moving
pile
of
bones
.
"
Do
n't
go
beyond
,
no
matter
how
much
you
feel
you
need
to
,
Doctor
.
The
barrier
was
not
made
to
be
broken
.
Remember
this
:
there
is
more
power
here
than
you
know
.
It
is
old
and
always
restless
.
Remember
.
"
Louis
tried
again
to
scream
He
could
not
.
"
I
come
as
a
friend
,
"
Pascow
said
--
but
was
friend
actually
the
word
Pascow
had
used
?
Louis
thought
not
.
It
was
as
if
Pascow
had
spoken
in
a
foreign
language
which
Louis
could
understand
through
some
dream
magic
...
and
"
friend
"
was
as
close
to
whatever
word
Pascow
had
actually
used
that
Louis
's
struggling
mind
could
come
.
"
Your
destruction
and
the
destruction
of
all
you
love
is
very
near
,
Doctor
.
"
He
was
close
enough
for
Louis
to
be
able
to
smell
death
on
him
.
Pascow
,
reaching
for
him
.
The
soft
,
maddening
click
of
the
bones
.
Louis
began
to
overbalance
in
his
effort
to
get
away
from
that
hand
.
His
own
hand
struck
a
monument
and
tilted
it
into
the
earth
.
Pascow
's
face
,
leaning
down
,
filled
the
sky
.
