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NOC: WHY. Would we do that. Merchant.

OLD LADY: (standing) Y’want to keep holding on to yer knowable things, or y’want to help the poor boy?

(Noc stares at her, surprised)

OLD LADY: (walking over the edge to follow Spondule. The lightning flares hugely beyond) Come along, then, Noc. Give y’self something else to hold onto.

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