Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 19 When there was no reply he knew that he had two choices. He could run away and leave Alec to his fate, or stay and do whatever he could. Two choices, but only one that he'd be able to live with. Wading through the crop as fast as he could manage Pete made for the first circle, in the centre of which rested most of the tools. In moments that seemed more like minutes he was armed with the iron fixing spike, and advancing grim-faced on the ghostly horror. Making no discernible effort it revolved quickly on its own axis, turning to face him even as he drew back his arm to throw. Nightmare eyes met his own, making him feel as if his skull had been split wide open and ice water poured in through the gap. A few seconds later the thing had rendered him immobile and numb from head to toe. But qu ...
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