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60 Vic tims of the Wedding 15 Glimpse of an Unattainable Exit When he woke up, the man thought he was reborn, and then he thought he had dreamed the great storm. What would he have been doing on a ship at all, much less being the captain of one? And the room he woke in was both strange to him and familiar. He seemed to remember being carried. Who would have carried him, from where, and why? He felt weak, but only from hunger; he was hungry. He desired. But when the woman appeared in front of him—had she stepped out of a shadow?—he knelt in front of her. She put her hand on his head. He thought she would ask him to rise, but she did not: she held him there with a power he did not understand, but to which he gladly acceded. He was in her domain. Doesn’t he know all he has to do is stand up? the angel said. She’s not preventing him. He’s choosing, the daemon said. Angels always have difficulty comprehending the nature and significance of human choosing. Angels never make choices, the angel said. Or, well, one did, and that is why the rest of us don’t. ...

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