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The fire sank down further into its bed of ash. After a while Conina came back, and shook the other two awake.
'Warrizit?'
'I think you ought to see this,' she hissed. 'I think it could be important.'
'I just shut my eyes for a second-’ Nijel protested.
'Never mind 'Watch...
Rincewind walked jerkily up the beach, carrying a large round rock in both hands. He walked past them without a word, his eyes staring straight ahead.
They followed him along the cold beach until he reached a bare area between the dunes, where he stopped and, still moving with all the grace of a clothes horse, dropped the rock. It made a clinking noise.about that. Come on.'Creosote squinted around the impromptu campsite.'Where's the wizard fellow?''You'll see. And don't make a noisy. It could be dangerous.'They stumbled after her knee-deep in vapour, towards the sea.Eventually Nijel said, 'Why dangerous-’'Shh! Did you hear it?'Nijel listened.'Like a sort of ringing noise?'
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