“He was back on Mount Asubha, trapped at the bottom of the pit, desperate to find a way out, and eager to rid himself of the corpse that had fallen on top of him. He looked the dead sentry in the eyes. He needed to have a little talk. During Torg’s imprisonment in the pit, all of his teeth had fallen out, so it was difficult to enunciate the syllables he had learned from his visit with Peta to the Realm of the Undead. But it would take more than that to cause him to falter. “Yakkkkha,” he said. ...The dead man’s eyes sprang open. “You’re not leaving me alone. I’ll soil my pants.” “You’re not alone,” Torg said, his speech slowly improving as he grew more used to talking without teeth. “And I’m sorry to say that you’ve already soiled your pants. But I need to ask you some questions.” “Who am I?” it said. “You are who you were . . . but that doesn’t matter. I need to ask you what you know.” “I am no longer. I am gone. I will never kiss her.” “Kiss her?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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