Portkey privileges.

There was something alluring about it, something about the concept of it - Ben could cut and run if he really wanted to, and that was what Art wanted, too. There were dozens of reasons he shouldn't, the most compelling of which came down to his love for Dezzie and their daughter, but he wanted to leave and -

a portkey offered people the option of leaving.

"You could go anywhere," Art said, wistful, "Anywhere at all." His hand was tight on his glass. A single look at him would convey the meaning - he wanted to go anywhere. There was something about the concept, Anywhere But Here - he could not be held prison by his broken family if he was somewhere else, could not be held prison by his own addiction. He could be anyone.

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