Good old Timi: a wonderful sense of the theatrical. He turned to McAvoy. After a long time, they dried their eyes and Victor moved him away from the huge plate of glass. Carter went up at a steep angle, heading back toward Upmile Hill and Kansas Street on the other side of what had once been a high, wooded ridge and the site of a thriving Micmac Indian village.
The thing pulled back, turned, saw him, and bared its mouthful of needle teeth. The hair on his neck had stiffened. Later he would be struck by the lethal absurdity of this idea, but when you were with Kurtz, up close and with his eyes holding yours, perspective was a joke. None of us did.
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