

DeathSo many small, virtually insignificant sand timers.Death
Corridors and Corridors of them, more than he cared to count, he was only interested in the ones in which all the sand had trickled through the pinpoint hole into the bottom chamber of the sand timer. Time had no meaning here, in the corridors containing the sand timers, but he never stopped, there was always a sand timer in which the sand had seized to fall. Floating down the corridors, he made a mental note of the timers that were running out of sand; he would come back to them later. Often as he was tempted to turn the timers and watch the sand return through the hole i
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...if you walk with the herd - you can only follow the asses...
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