Death - personalized

Duty called out to him through the pink mists in his head. He grabbed the second glass and stared
at it. The sand was nearly all gone.

The glass itself was patterned with lotus petals. When Mort flicked it with his finger it went
“Ommm.”

He ran across the crackling snow to Binky and hurled himself into the saddle. The horse threw
up his head, reared, and launched itself towards the stars.

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Mort p62