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I
HAVE
NO
CHOICE
.
THERE
ARE
NO
CHOICES
.
She
ran
forward
and
grabbed
his
arm
as
he
turned
towards
the
waiting
Binky
.
He
removed
her
hand
gently
.
I
HAVE
FINISHED
MY
APPRENTICESHIP
.
’
It
’
s
all
in
your
own
mind
!
’
yelled
Ysabell
.
’
You
’
re
whatever
you
think
you
are
!
’
She
stopped
and
looked
down
.
The
sand
around
Mort
’
s
feet
was
beginning
to
whip
up
in
little
spurts
and
twirling
dust
devils
.
There
was
a
crackle
in
the
air
,
and
a
greasy
feel
.
Mort
looked
uneasy
.
SOMEONE
is
PERFORMING
THE
RITE
OF
ASH
—
It
hit
like
a
hammer
,
a
force
from
out
of
the
sky
that
blew
the
sand
into
a
crater
.
There
was
a
low
buzzing
and
the
smell
of
hot
tin
.
Mort
looked
around
himself
in
the
gale
of
rushing
sand
,
turning
as
if
in
a
dream
,
alone
in
the
calm
centre
of
the
gale
.
Lightning
flashed
in
the
whirling
cloud
.
Deep
inside
his
own
mind
he
struggled
to
break
free
,
but
something
had
him
in
its
grip
and
he
could
no
more
resist
than
a
compass
needle
can
ignore
the
compulsion
to
point
towards
the
Hub
.
