Soul Music - Filled

The lifetimer of Imp stood in the middle of the huge desk. The Death of Rats walked around it, squeaking under his breath. Susan looked at it, too. There was no doubt that all the sand was in the bottom bulb. But something else had filled the top and was pouring through the pinch. It was pale blue and coiling in frantically on itself, like excited smoke.

'Have you ever seen anything like it?' she said.

SQUEAK.

'Nor me.'

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Soul Music - p82