Mort - breath

They hurried back along the avenues of waiting ghouls and were nearly running when they burst out into the desert night air. Ysabell leaned against the rough stonework and panted for breath.

Mort wasn’t out of breath.

He wasn’t breathing.

I WILL TAKE YOU WHEREVER YOU WANT, he Said, AND THEN I MUST LEAVE YOU.

“But I thought you wanted to rescue the princess!”

Mort shook his head.

I HAVE NO CHOICE. THERE ARE NO CHOICES.

She ran forward and grabbed his arm as he turned towards the waiting Binky. He removed herhand gently.

I HAVE FINISHED MY APPRENTICESHIP.

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