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"
All
sorted
out
,
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
.
It
was
,
the
Grand
Master
conceded
,
a
slightly
better
collection
.
The
Brothers
had
certainly
been
busy
.
Pride
of
place
was
given
to
an
illuminated
tavern
sign
whose
removal
,
the
Grand
Master
thought
,
should
have
merited
some
sort
of
civic
aware
.
At
the
moment
the
E
was
a
ghastly
pink
and
flashed
on
and
off
at
random
.
"
I
got
that
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
proudly
.
"
They
thought
I
was
mending
it
or
something
,
but
I
took
my
screwdriver
and
I
-
"
"
Yes
,
well
done
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
"
Shows
initiative
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
"
beamed
Brother
Watchtower
.
’
’
-
knuckles
rubbed
raw
,
all
red
and
cracked
.
Never
even
got
my
three
dollars
back
,
either
,
no
-
one
as
much
as
says
-
’
’
"
And
now
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
taking
up
the
book
,
"
we
will
begin
to
commence
.
Shut
up
,
Brother
Dunnykin
.
"
.
.
.
Every
town
in
the
multiverse
has
a
part
that
is
something
like
Ankh
-
Morpork
’
s
Shades
.
It
’
s
usually
the
oldest
part
,
its
lanes
faithfully
following
the
original
tracks
of
medieval
cows
going
down
to
the
river
,
and
they
have
names
like
the
Shambles
,
the
Rookery
,
Sniggs
Alley
.
.
.
Most
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
is
like
that
in
any
case
.
But
the
Shades
was
even
more
so
,
a
sort
of
black
hole
of
bred
-
in
-
the
-
brickwork
lawlessness
.
Put
it
like
this
:
even
the
criminals
were
afraid
to
walk
the
streets
.
The
Watch
didn
’
t
set
foot
in
it
.
