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He
heard
the
muffled
sounds
coming
from
the
nearby
alley
,
slid
his
leather
-
bound
cosh
from
his
sleeve
,
waited
until
the
victim
was
almost
turning
the
corner
,
sprang
out
,
said
"
Oh
,
shi
-
"
and
died
.
It
was
a
most
unusual
death
.
No
-
one
else
had
died
like
that
for
hundreds
of
years
.
The
stone
wall
behind
him
glowed
cherry
red
with
heat
,
which
gradually
faded
into
darkness
.
He
was
the
first
to
see
the
Ankh
-
Morpork
dragon
.
He
derived
little
comfort
from
knowing
this
,
however
,
because
he
was
dead
.
"
-
t
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
disembodied
self
looked
down
at
the
small
heap
of
charcoal
which
,
he
knew
with
an
unfamiliar
sort
of
certainty
,
was
what
he
had
just
been
disembodied
from
.
It
was
a
strange
sensation
,
seeing
your
own
mortal
remains
.
He
didn
’
t
find
it
as
horrifying
as
he
would
have
imagined
if
you
’
d
asked
him
,
say
,
ten
minutes
ago
.
Finding
that
you
are
dead
is
mitigated
by
also
finding
that
there
really
is
a
you
who
can
find
you
dead
.
The
alley
opposite
was
empty
again
.
"
That
was
really
strange
,
"
said
Mooty
.
extremely
unusual
,
certainly
.
"
Did
you
see
that
?
What
was
it
?
"
Mooty
looked
up
at
the
dark
figure
emerging
from
the
shadows
.
"
Who
’
re
you
,
anyway
?
"
he
added
suspiciously
.
guess
,
said
the
voice
.
