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LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
'But it can't 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.be true about King Whosis dwelling among the stars,' she grumbled as they found their way out of the crowded room. 'There's nothing but empty space up there.'IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN, said Mort. HE'LL DWELL AMONG THE STARS IN HIS OWN MIND.'With slaves?'IF THAT'S WHAT THEY THINK THEY ARE.That's not very fair.'THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST us.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.
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