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Mort
knew
that
if
he
listened
hard
enough
he
could
hear
the
insect
-
like
scritching
of
the
books
as
they
wrote
themselves
.
Once
upon
a
time
Mort
would
have
found
it
eerie
.
Now
it
was
–
reassuring
.
It
demonstrated
that
the
universe
was
running
smoothly
.
His
conscience
,
which
had
been
looking
for
the
opening
,
gleefully
reminded
him
that
,
all
right
,
it
might
be
running
smoothly
but
it
certainly
wasn
’
t
heading
in
the
right
direction
.
He
made
his
way
through
the
maze
of
shelves
to
the
mysterious
pile
of
books
,
and
found
it
was
gone
.
Albert
had
been
in
the
kitchen
,
and
Mort
had
never
seen
Death
himself
enter
the
library
.
What
was
Ysabell
looking
for
,
then
?
He
glanced
up
at
the
cliff
of
shelves
above
him
,
and
his
stomach
went
cold
when
he
thought
of
what
was
starting
to
happen
.
.
.
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
.
He
’
d
have
to
tell
someone
.
Keli
,
meanwhile
,
was
also
finding
life
difficult
.
This
was
because
causality
had
an
incredible
amount
of
inertia
.
Mort
’
s
misplaced
thrust
,
driven
by
anger
and
desperation
and
nascent
love
,
had
sent
it
down
a
new
track
but
it
hadn
’
t
noticed
yet
.
He
’
d
kicked
the
tail
of
the
dinosaur
,
but
it
would
be
some
time
before
the
other
end
realised
it
was
time
to
say
’
ouch
’
.
Bluntly
,
the
universe
knew
Keli
was
dead
and
was
therefore
rather
surprised
to
find
that
she
hadn
’
t
stopped
walking
and
breathing
yet
.
It
showed
it
in
little
ways
.
The
courtiers
who
gave
her
furtive
odd
looks
during
the
morning
would
not
have
been
able
to
say
why
the
sight
of
her
made
them
feel
strangely
uncomfortable
.
To
their
acute
embarrassment
and
her
annoyance
they
found
themselves
ignoring
her
,
or
talking
in
hushed
voices
.
