THE LAST F L I C K E R OF FLAME GOES OUT, AND THE NIGHT DESCENDS INTO DARKNESS.
SHE’S C O M I N G.
JARETH HEARS THE FINAL CANDLE H I T THE SMOOTH SURFACE OF THE R O C K, AND MANY THINGS HAPPEN AT ONCE.Â
A THUNDEROUS C R A C K I N G NOISE; KOLBIE’S S C R E A M; THE O V E R W H E L M I N G SOUND OF THE RUSHING W A T E R; A F I R E ROARING TO L I F E.
AND SOMEHOW, ABOVE IT ALL, THAT GODDAMN H U M M I N G.
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