There wasn't much time. Mu heard his jailer's footsteps in the courtyard below. The transformation was almost complete, and then Mu's mind too would be gone. Would his jailer keep him as a toy? Or abandon him? Mu sent a final message on the wings of the bat that came every night to his moonlit cell and gazed in almost fondly, as if remembering.
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