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. The desert," he said. The black sand was absolutely still under the starlit sky. It looked cold.
He hadn't Vorbis tried to concentrate. He couldn't. He could feel certainty draining away. And he'd always been certain.
He hesitated, like a man opening a door to a familiar room and finding nothing there but a bottomless pit. The memories were still there. He could feel them. They had the right shape. It was just that he couldn't remember
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planned on dying yet. In fact . . . he couldn't quite remember how he'd died . . ."The desert," he repeated, and this time there was a hint of uncertainty. He'd never been uncertain about anything in his . . . life. The feeling was unfamiliar and terrifying. Did ordinary people feel like this?He got a grip on himself.Death was impressed. Very few people managed this, managed to hold on to the shape of their old thinking after death.Death took no pleasure in his job. It was an emotion he found hard to grasp. But there was such a thing as satisfaction."So," said Vorbis. "The desert. And at the end of the desert­?"JUDGEMENT."Yes, yes, of course."