Mort had just stepped backwards again. Through a wall. The leading thief glared at the solid stone that had swallowed Mort, and then threw down his knife. 'Well, - - - - me,' he said. 'A - - - - wizard. I hate - - - - wizards!' 'You shouldn't - - - - them, then,' muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.
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