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The curved shape of the ball swung back and forth at the bottom of it like a pendulum. ”“SO THE NEXT PERSON HAD EXTRA TIME TO THINK. “Blaine,” Roland said. The chime that followed was higher, sweeter—the sound of fine crystal tapped with the haft of a knife.

“Toadjer,” the man on the throne said. The reins lay limp in her lap; the pony worked smart without them. Same one you seen back home, sittin on yo’daddy’s lap. Rose-colored light, dimmer than that thrown by the Kissing Moon but infinitely more beautiful, spilled out.