“You have held these souls in bondage…” he went on. I wasn’t sure if the speech was prepared or not. It seemed to flow, but I wasn’t really paying any attention to what he had to say.
“Are you done?” I asked when I sensed the pause had gone on a bit longer than to gather his breath.
“I won’t be done,” he said, “until I carry your cursed skull back to the temple of Ampapumu where the priests will exorcise your demonic spirit and send you back to Hell.”
“Ampapumu?” I sighed. “I remember it. A rather long climb.”
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