Mort - Clash

Mort and Death circled one another warily, their reflections flickering across the banks of hourglasses.

“One,” said Cutwell.

Death spun his scythe menacingly.

“Two.”

The blades met in mid-air with a noise like a cat sliding down a pane of glass.

“They both cheated!” said Keli. Ysabell nodded. “Of course,” she said.

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