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’
Something
’
s
happening
to
you
.
’
I
KNOW
,
said
Mort
.
’
But
I
think
I
can
control
it
.
’
They
heard
the
sound
of
hooves
outside
,
and
Albert
pushed
the
door
open
and
came
in
rubbing
his
hands
.
’
Right
,
lad
,
no
time
to
—
’
Mort
swung
the
sword
at
arm
’
s
length
.
It
scythed
through
the
air
with
a
noise
like
ripping
silk
and
buried
itself
in
the
doorpost
by
Albert
’
s
ear
.
ON
YOUR
KNEES
,
ALBERTO
MALICH
.
Albert
’
s
mouth
dropped
open
.
His
eyes
rolled
sideways
to
the
shimmering
blade
a
few
inches
from
his
head
,
and
then
narrowed
to
tight
little
lines
.
’
You
surely
wouldn
’
t
dare
,
boy
,
’
he
said
.
MORT
.
The
syllable
snapped
out
as
fast
as
a
whiplash
and
twice
as
vicious
.
