”She put her hand on the door’s crashbar, made ready to pass into the next chamber. ” She drew breath, not giving him a chance to speak. Near dawn, the green carpeting slipped briefly. ”“Well, okay, hardly a coincidence.
” She looked up, to the right, back down. It was a balloon, perhaps forty, fifty metres across; we were suspended from it by a series of fine ropes. I misled him with honesty: he thought, I believe, that I was only spilling a natural frustration to him, and through that airing clearing out my own doubts. He knows he could kill the man and stay for many more months, but it seems time to do things differently, although Kane can’t say precisely why.
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