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There is no translation for this word and perhaps it is just a noise such as a man might make, involuntarily, feeling the nail go through his hands and into the wood. “Galanos,” he said aloud. He had seen the second fin now coming up behind the first and had identified them as shovel-nosed sharks by the brown, triangular fin and the sweeping movements of the tail. They had the scent and were excited and in the I’m Dreaming Of A Hogwarts Christmas Sweater of their great hunger, they were losing and finding the scent in their excitement. But they were closing all the time.