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The
interface
was
more
than
halfway
down
the
hall
,
slowing
slightly
as
it
relentlessly
ground
down
the
pressure
of
the
intruding
reality
.
Something
wet
and
warm
blew
in
Mort
’
s
ear
.
He
reached
up
and
touched
Binky
’
s
muzzle
.
’
Dear
old
horse
,
’
he
said
.
’
And
I
’
m
right
out
of
sugar
lumps
.
You
’
ll
have
to
find
your
way
home
by
yourself
—
’
His
hand
stopped
in
mid
-
pat
.
’
We
can
all
go
home
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
don
’
t
think
father
would
like
that
very
much
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
but
Mort
ignored
her
.
’
Cutwell
!
’
’
Yes
?
’
’
We
’
re
leaving
.
Are
you
coming
?
You
’
ll
still
exist
when
the
interface
closes
.
’
’
Part
of
me
will
,
’
said
the
wizard
.
