Mort - soul separate

He glanced sideways at the still figure of Goodie Hamstring and then, with mounting panic, at the hourglass. He sprang to his feet, snatched up the scythe, and brought it around in a two-handed swing.

The witch stood up, leaving her body behind.

“Well done,” she said. “I thought you’d missed it, for a minute, there.”

Mort leaned against a tree, panting heavily, and watched Goodie walk around the log to look at herself.

“Hmm,” she said critically. “Time has got a lot to answer for.” She raised her hand and laughed to see the stars through it.

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Mort p61