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It
’
s
easy
,
said
someone
in
the
back
of
his
head
.
There
’
s
a
trick
to
it
.
Either
you
do
it
,
or
you
die
.
It
was
a
wise
thing
to
have
thought
,
he
decided
.
He
was
pleased
with
it
,
and
repeated
it
over
and
over
in
the
back
of
his
head
,
part
mantra
,
part
nursery
rhyme
,
rattling
along
to
the
drumbeat
of
his
heart
.
It
’
s
easy
,
there
’
s
a
trick
to
it
,
you
do
it
or
you
die
.
It
’
s
easy
,
there
’
s
a
trick
to
it
,
you
do
it
or
you
die
.
It
’
s
easy
,
there
’
s
a
trick
to
it
,
you
do
it
or
you
die
.
It
’
s
easy
,
there
’
s
a
trick
to
it
,
you
do
it
or
you
die
.
Time
passed
.
The
chanting
continued
.
He
could
hear
it
.
Someone
was
repeating
the
words
,
only
stopping
when
Shadow
’
s
mouth
began
to
dry
out
,
when
his
tongue
turned
dry
and
skin
-
like
in
his
mouth
.
He
pushed
himself
up
and
away
from
the
tree
with
his
feet
,
trying
to
support
his
weight
in
a
way
that
would
still
allow
him
to
fill
his
lungs
.
He
breathed
until
he
could
hold
himself
up
no
more
,
and
then
he
fell
back
into
the
bonds
,
and
hung
from
the
tree
.
When
the
chattering
started
—
an
angry
,
laughing
chattering
noise
—
he
closed
his
mouth
,
concerned
that
it
was
he
himself
making
it
;
but
the
noise
continued
.
It
’
s
the
world
laughing
at
me
,
then
,
thought
Shadow
.
His
head
lolled
to
one
side
.
Something
ran
down
the
tree
-
trunk
beside
him
,
stopping
beside
his
head
.
It
chittered
loudly
in
his
ear
,
one
word
,
which
sounded
a
lot
like
"
ratatosk
.
"
Shadow
tried
to
repeat
it
,
but
his
tongue
stuck
to
the
roof
of
his
mouth
.
