Soul Music - Sand

'You,' he said, pointing to the Death of Rats, 'you can't sense a trace of him? There must be something. Concentrate.'

SQUEAK.

'What did he say?'

'He said all he can remember is something about sand.'

‘Sand,' said Albert. 'All right. Good start. We search all the sand.'

SQUEAK?

'Wherever the Master is, he'll make an impression.'

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Soul Music - p195