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So
it
was
left
to
the
landlord
to
walk
unsteadily
across
the
room
and
reach
out
and
run
his
fingers
across
the
familiar
,
reassuring
wooden
surface
of
the
door
.
It
was
solid
,
unbroken
,
everything
a
door
should
be
.
Everyone
had
seen
Mort
run
through
it
three
times
.
He
just
hadn
’
t
opened
it
.
Binky
fought
for
height
,
rising
nearly
vertically
with
his
hooves
thrashing
the
air
and
his
breath
curling
away
behind
him
like
a
vapour
trail
.
Mort
hung
on
with
knees
and
hands
and
mostly
with
willpower
,
his
face
buried
in
the
horse
’
s
mane
.
He
didn
’
t
look
down
until
the
air
around
him
was
freezing
and
thin
as
workhouse
gravy
.
Overhead
the
Hub
Lights
flickered
silently
across
the
winter
sky
.
Below
—
—
an
upturned
saucer
,
miles
across
,
silvery
in
the
starlight
.
He
could
see
lights
through
it
.
Clouds
were
drifting
through
it
.
No
.
He
watched
carefully
.
Clouds
were
certainly
drifting
into
it
,
and
there
were
clouds
in
it
,
but
the
clouds
inside
were
wispier
and
moving
in
a
slightly
different
direction
and
,
in
fact
,
didn
’
t
seem
to
have
much
to
do
with
the
clouds
outside
.
There
was
something
else
.
.
.
oh
yes
,
the
Hub
Lights
.
They
gave
the
night
outside
the
ghostly
hemisphere
a
faint
green
tint
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
it
under
the
dome
.
It
was
like
looking
into
a
piece
of
another
world
,
almost
identical
,
that
had
been
grafted
on
to
the
Disc
.
The
weather
was
slightly
different
in
there
,
and
the
Lights
weren
’
t
on
display
tonight
.
And
the
Disc
was
resenting
it
,
and
surrounding
it
,
and
pushing
it
back
into
non
-
existence
.
Mort
couldn
’
t
see
it
growing
smaller
from
up
here
,
but
in
his
mind
’
s
ear
he
could
hear
the
locust
sizzle
of
the
thing
as
it
ground
across
the
land
,
changing
things
back
to
where
they
should
be
.
Reality
was
healing
itself
Mort
knew
,
without
even
having
to
think
about
it
,
who
was
at
the
centre
of
the
dome
.
It
was
obvious
even
from
here
that
it
was
centred
firmly
on
Sto
Lat
.
He
tried
not
to
think
what
would
happen
when
the
dome
had
shrunk
to
the
size
of
the
room
,
and
then
the
size
of
a
person
,
and
then
the
size
of
an
egg
.
He
failed
.
