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“Bigger and faster than any charger, light roared down the broad aisle between the stalls. For an instant the blare of a discordant trumpet rose above the roar, shriller and shriller until it was higher than the scream of brakes.
Shields flew, the barn floor dizzy overhead.
He had been asleep and wished to sleep again, but he could not. Everything hurt—or if there was anything that did not, he was unconscious of it, could not discover it; there was too much pain for him to explore it all, too much for him to do anything but try to push it away.
The floor was bounding and jolting beneath him, every jar a separate and distinct agony. A chill wind whistled unceasingly, a wind wet with rain.
“How you feeling, son?”
Shields wanted to spit; he swallowed instead. He had never swallowed anything like that before, and decided it had probably been clotted blood. “Bob?”
“It’s me all right, Mr. Shields.” Roberts was sitting very close, with his legs crossed and his head bent. “How are you?
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