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// Repose en Paix 
// Story: Voyage 
// by Comrade Bagel Muffin 
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"What do you mean it's not the body?" Dusk asks running trying to stay as close to him as she can. Behind them Turkeylegs squawking loudly and angrily into the inn's main room.
"It's not the body that needs taking care of that will put the spirit at rest." Escutcheon said. "They're trapped here until their work is complete." He ran skid to a halt at the supply closet.
"And what is his work?" Dusk slams into him from behind. "Sorry."
"The leaking roof." Escutcheon answered looking through the closet. He quickly scanned the top shelf. "That was what he was trying to fix when he died. The leaking roof. Aha! There it is Pitch!" Escutcheon's horn lit up as he grabbed the bucket and floated it down to them.
"Let  me out!" The specter's voice shook the inn.
"We're trying," Dusk yelled back. Escutcheon grabbed two masks and quickly tied them around his and Dusk's mouth and nose. She quickly grabbed some brushes and a few brooms. In a moment they flashed away in a golden flash. Instantly they reappeared in a mold covered room. "I'm going to want a nice hot bath after this." Dusk heaved as water came in from the hole in the roof.
"Dusk could you try and get me up there and get stuff taken care of." Escutcheon said as he got floated the pitch and a few planks of wood up to the top. "I really hope this spirit isn't pick about how much of the hole we get patched up." He said as he tried to get the hole covered. She grabbed him and started flying the two of them up there.
"Next time I pick where we stay at." Dusk says over the roll of thunder. She screamed and froze the two of them fell back to the floor they held their breath trying not to breath in the thick smell of mold.
"Dusk." Escutcheon struggled back to his hooves.
"I'm fine. I can do this. I'm not afraid of thunder." She grabbed him and flew as hard as she could getting them off of the molded and half rotted floor. Escutcheon's horn lit up as he tried to fuss the wood to the roof and seal it with the pitch.
"This isn't exactly my first choice." Escutcheon wheezed. Another bolt of lightning lit up the room. Shadows danced and the inn shook with a ghastly roar.
"I'm not scared. I'm. Not. Scared." She clenched her eyes shut, and strained trying hard to keep the two of them in the air as the smell of mold slowly suffocated her.
"Almost got it almost got it." Escutcheon said his vision slowly fading as the smell and the mold pollution. He slowly blacked out.
"Escut-" Dusk fell back down to the floor. The last thing they saw was the shadow of an elderly brown earth pony stallion. The two of them blacked out on the suffocating smell of mold.


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Escutcheon slowly woke up with Dusk laying next to him. The two of them were laying on one of the inn's beds with Turkeylegs wrapped around the two of them. He slowly came to. "What, what happened?" He looked around. Turkeylegs woke up and started nuzzling him moaning softly.
"The two of you nearly died of mold poisoning." Red Wine looked down at the two of them. 
"We had to change your clothes and get the two of you washed off. I hope that won't be a problem." Atlas looked over at them from the window. "We had to burn the out fit that you were wearing."
"It's fine," Escutcheon said softly. He looked over the outfit he was wearing now. It was a simple plain white pair of paints and shirt. "And the ghost?"
"It seems he's at peace." Atlas answers.