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And
the
roar
of
sand
.
Mort
and
Ysabell
stood
in
the
doorway
,
transfixed
,
as
Albert
stamped
off
between
the
aisles
of
glass
.
The
sound
didn
’
t
just
enter
the
body
via
the
ears
,
it
came
up
through
the
legs
and
down
through
the
skull
and
filled
up
the
brain
until
all
that
it
could
think
of
was
the
rushing
,
hissing
grey
noise
,
the
sound
of
millions
of
lives
being
lived
.
And
rushing
towards
their
inevitable
destination
.
They
stared
up
and
out
at
the
endless
ranks
of
lifetimers
,
every
one
different
,
every
one
named
.
The
light
from
torches
ranged
along
the
walls
picked
highlights
off
them
,
so
that
a
star
gleamed
on
every
glass
.
The
far
walls
of
the
room
were
lost
in
the
galaxy
of
light
.
Mort
felt
Ysabell
’
s
fingers
tighten
on
his
arm
.
When
she
spoke
,
her
voice
was
strained
.
’
Mort
,
some
of
them
are
so
small
.
’
I
KNOW
.
Her
grip
relaxed
,
very
gently
,
like
someone
putting
the
top
ace
on
a
house
of
cards
and
taking
their
hand
away
gingerly
so
as
not
to
bring
the
whole
edifice
down
.
’
Say
that
again
?
’
she
said
quietly
.
’
I
said
I
know
.
There
’
s
nothing
I
can
do
about
it
.
Haven
’
t
you
been
in
here
before
?
’
