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Al gulped. “Tell me you’re just messing with me, Spruce.”
“I wish I could, Al.” I spread my hands. “But that’s what they all said.”
“They could be lying,” he said hopefully.
“I hope for our sakes they were.”
“Isn’t there any way to, like, sever the connection?”
“Not that I know of.” I sighed. “I think our best course of action now would be to poison the Creator and get the hell out of here soon as we can. Maybe the midnight man will abandon us if we travel to a different world altogether.”
“Maybe? We can’t risk our asses on a ‘maybe’, Spruce.”
“I personally prefer ‘maybe we’ll live’ to ‘we will definitely die’.”
Al gave his trademark slight frown which indicated he agreed with me but didn’t want to say so.
“Right then. Let’s see where botox gets us.”