someone had given them to him without his permission--but had alsomanaged to completely hide the physical location. Or worse, as with the winged woman, it was only a phantom, a confusion, a deepeningof the mystery. Well, the trees are miles high, thegrains of sand on the beach are as big as your head, and we're riding in a leaf that used to be aboat. _ Christabel? _ said the tiny voice again, but it seemed very loud.
_ 'There _are_ baboons on this rock,' she whispered to herself. Inreal life. We can get youto wherever it is, if you've got an address. _It's strange,_ she thought.
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