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ook."
"Go on."
"Last, you'd have to touch Dimtree just as you feel the power of the words
culminate within you." He turned his back on me and rummaged through
another box. "I couldn't allow you to read that book, however. It'd be
tantamount to my breaking my word through the actions of another." He
continued poking through the box, ignoring me.
My eyes darted across the page that Sebastion indicated, fingertips zipping
along the lines and acting as a guide. My mind was as sharp as ever, and
after only reading it once, I knew how to free Dimtree from his purgatory.
~~~~~
I gave the coffin pillow a couple of squeezes. Fluffy down, yet with solid
support, and silken to the touch. I had to admit, Hamrys didn't disappoint,
and I wouldn't have minded laying down on this for eternity.
Hamrys smiled when I entered. "Good day again, cutter. Did you get the
pillow you were looking for?"
"Yes. I've dealt with the trouble at the warehouse and got the pillow."
He smiled and nodded. "Well done, cutter. As I said, you may keep whatever
you recovered from the warehouse as your reward. Thank you for your
help."
"Gee, I sure would like to learn about coffins!" a chipper voice exclaimed
outside, "Yep! Nothing I'd like better to hear some blowhard yammer on
about coffinology until the Planes grind to a halt!"
"I, too, wish to know this foreign art... it is the tradition of the People to
cremate our dead before scattering the ashes to the pebbled winds of
Limbo."
"I do find that the topic has much potential. I've yet to experience the
subject."
"Yeh are all a bunch o' daft sods, yeh know that?"
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