They had a universe to talk about—two universes. Lead, worth nothing at all until Hoddy picked them up; then they became full of magic. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big as life and death. “I am sorry,” he said slowly.
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