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"
—
and
turned
back
,
unwillingly
,
to
face
her
.
"
That
isn
’
t
it
,
"
she
said
with
certainty
.
"
Maybe
you
believe
all
those
things
,
but
that
isn
’
t
it
.
Is
it
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
No
,
that
isn
’
t
it
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
Then
why
?
"
"
Like
I
said
,
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
"
I
stared
at
her
,
wondering
if
I
was
glad
I
couldn
’
t
remember
or
not
.
My
voice
softened
.
"
But
he
asked
me
to
do
it
,
if
I
won
.
It
was
part
of
the
deal
.
He
didn
’
t
tell
me
why
.
"
I
left
her
sitting
alone
amidst
the
martyrweed
.
The
tide
was
out
at
Ember
,
leaving
a
wet
expanse
of
sand
that
stretched
almost
to
the
listing
wreck
of
the
Free
Trade
Enforcer
.
The
rocks
that
the
carrier
had
gashed
herself
on
were
exposed
,
gathered
in
shallow
water
at
the
bow
like
a
fossilised
outpouring
of
the
ship
’
s
guts
.
Seabirds
were
perched
there
,
screaming
shrilly
at
each
other
.
A
thin
wind
came
in
across
the
sand
and
made
minute
ripples
in
the
puddles
left
by
our
footprints
.
Up
on
the
promenade
,
Anchana
Salomao
’
s
face
had
been
taken
down
,
intensifying
the
bleak
emptiness
of
the
street
.
"
I
thought
you
’
d
have
gone
,
"
said
Irene
Elliott
beside
me
.
"
It
’
s
in
the
pipe
.
Harlan
’
s
World
are
dragging
out
the
needlecast
authorisation
.
They
really
don
’
t
want
me
back
.
"
"
And
no
one
wants
you
here
.
"
