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glance.
Om sagged, catching his breath. And then brightened up.
Someone up there likes me, he thought. And it's Me.
where it could be seen.
One day. In front of the Temple. Otherwise no one would believe.
Om stumped along a sandy corridor.
He'd hung around a while after Brutha's disappearance. Hanging around is another thing tortoises are very good at. They're practically world champions.
Bloody useless boy, he thought. Served himself right for trying to talk to a barely coherent noviceSergeant Simony waited until he was back in his own quarters before he unfolded his own scrap of paper.He was not at all surprised to find it marked with a small drawing of a turtle. He was the lucky one.He'd lived for a moment like this. Someone had to bring back the writer of the Truth, to be a symbol for the movement. It had to be him. The only shame was that he couldn't kill Vorbis.But that had to happen
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