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She felt dizzy, even in her dream; she felt a great burden settle on her shoulders. And to make it even heavier, sleep was closing in again, and Roger’s face was receding into shadow.

She sat beside Will, and her eyes never left Pantalaimon, who stood trembling at the shore end of the jetty... watching, just watching, as the boat drew away and the jetty faded and vanished in the mist.