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Once or twice he lost his footing and fell; a slow-motion fall through an atmosphere hardly less viscid than the cloud-slopes. Cupping her elbows in her hands, she stared at the river curving between the misty walls of the gorge. But none of this concerned Kristian. But it did not work.