‘It was
the nature of his echo.’ It’s Upson who replies. ‘We could hear it on the
desert wind. Calling out your names and speaking of a great chasm before him, a
darkness that feels like it’s reaching out to take him.’
I can’t
help but think of the time I followed Yates through my own memories, falling
over the end of what I could remember and spinning through the gloom. Was that
the Abyss calling out to me even then?
‘And
you’d leave him to that because you fear it yourself?’ My fists ball together
and I hold the express desire to take them all by the hand and step through the
breach with them, to show them that there is a way home if they’d only believe
it. Strength has taken us this far and I refuse to be stopped by it, Great
Beyonds, Edges and Abysses don’t come into the equation.
I expect Teague to make an
appearance, to offer his important opinions, but there is no sign of him. I
assume he’s off with the children. Is this further proof that he can be
trusted?
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