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But
the
thing
between
Death
’
s
triumphant
digits
was
a
fly
from
the
dawn
of
time
.
It
was
the
fly
in
the
primordial
soup
.
It
had
bred
on
mammoth
turds
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
fly
that
bangs
on
window
panes
,
it
was
a
fly
that
drills
through
walls
.
It
was
an
insect
that
would
crawl
out
from
between
the
slats
of
the
heaviest
swat
dripping
venom
and
seeking
revenge
.
Strange
wings
and
dangling
bits
stuck
out
all
over
it
.
It
seemed
to
have
a
lot
of
teeth
.
’
What
’
s
it
called
?
’
said
Mort
.
I
SHALL
CALL
IT
–
DEATH
’
S
GLORY
.
Death
gave
the
thing
a
final
admiring
glance
and
stuck
it
into
the
hood
of
his
robe
.
I
FEEL
INCLINED
TO
SEE
A
LITTLE
BIT
OF
LIFE
THIS
EVENING
,
he
Said
.
YOU
CAN
TAKE
THE
DUTY
,
NOWTHATYOU
’
VEGOTTHEHANGOFIT
.
AS
IT
WERE
.
’
Yes
.
Sir
,
’
said
Mort
,
mournfully
.
He
saw
his
life
stretching
out
in
front
of
him
like
a
nasty
black
tunnel
with
no
light
at
the
end
of
it
.
Death
drummed
his
finger
on
the
desk
,
muttered
to
himself
.
AH
YES
,
he
said
.
ALBERT
TELLS
ME
SOMEONE
’
S
BEEN
MEDDLING
IN
THE
LIBRARY
.
’
Pardon
,
sir
?
’
TAKING
BOOKS
our
,
LEAVING
THEM
LYING
AROUND
.
BOOKS
ABOUT
YOUNG
WOMEN
.
HE
SEEMS
TO
THINK
IT
IS
AMUSING
.
As
has
already
been
revealed
,
the
Holy
Listeners
have
such
well
developed
hearing
that
they
can
be
deafened
by
a
good
sunset
.
Just
for
a
few
seconds
it
seemed
to
Mort
that
the
skin
on
the
back
of
his
neck
was
developing
similar
strange
powers
,
because
he
could
see
Ysabell
freeze
in
mid
-
stitch
.
He
also
heard
the
little
intake
of
breath
that
he
’
d
heard
before
,
among
the
shelves
.
He
remembered
the
lace
handkerchief
.
