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‘What is it?’ Petron peered at Wilt, trying to make out his face in the dim light of the tunnel.
‘Nothing. It’s—’ Wilt stuttered to a stop. For a sharp moment he had felt the world collapse over him, shutting out everything else. Suffocating him.
Then it was gone.
‘It’s nothing.’ He waved Petron on down the tunnel.
‘How much farther?’
It had to be soon. They seemed to have been travelling along this same tunnel for hours now, the air getting closer and staler as they went, as though the whole universe was narrowing its focus on them.
‘You can feel them, can’t you?’ Petron asked.
Wilt thought about his words, about the feeling of a hundred pairs of eyes turning toward him, suddenly aware of his presence.
‘Yes.’
‘Take it as read they can feel you too. The Sisters are more powerf
