I'll stilldo the best I can to find some kind of closure for each individual volume. Take some blankets from thechest. Not a one of them hadleft life with anything other than calm, even cheerful, acceptance. White, all white, sifting and settling,turning all the world uniform, covering up all that would otherwise cause pain or shame.
He was asleepwithin seconds. I heard the million voices slowly growless complex as they tuned themselves individually up or down, slowed their babble or sped theirstuttering hesitancies. Cullen grinned contentedly. They would neverunderstand the giddy high, the no-hands, terrifying exhilaration of a big op.
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