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the body's morphic field, but never under such control. Her hair unwound itself from its tight bun, changing colour and lengthening. Her body straightened up. Wrinkles dwindled and vanished. Her grey woollen dress moved like four-wheel drift.
'I didn't hear you,' she purred.
'V-v-very nice,' he said. 'Is that who you were?'
'It's who I've always been.'
'Oh.' Mort stared at his feet. 'I'm supposed to take you away,' he said.the surface of the sea and ended up tracing entirely different and disturbing contours.She looked down, giggled, and changed the dress into something leaf-green and clingy.'What do you think, Mort?' she said. Her voice had sounded cracked and quavery before. Now it suggested musk and maple syrup and other things that set Mort's adam's apple bobbing like a rubber ball on an elastic band.'. . .' he managed, and gripped the scythe until his knuckles went white.She walked towards him like a snake in a