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The
eyesockets
turned
towards
him
,
their
actinic
pinpoints
flaring
.
OF
COURSE
.
Death
waved
a
bony
hand
.
There
was
a
wash
of
purple
light
,
a
sort
of
visible
’
pop
’
,
and
Lezek
unfroze
.
Above
his
head
the
clockwork
automatons
got
on
with
the
job
of
proclaiming
midnight
,
as
Time
was
allowed
to
come
creeping
back
.
Lezek
blinked
.
’
Didn
’
t
see
you
there
for
a
minute
,
’
he
said
.
’
Sorry
–
mind
must
have
been
elsewhere
.
’
I
WAS
OFFERING
YOUR
BOY
A
POSITION
,
Said
Death
.
I
TRUST
THAT
MEETS
WITH
YOUR
APPROVAL
?
’
What
was
your
job
again
?
’
said
Lezek
,
talking
to
a
black
-
robed
skeleton
without
showing
even
a
flicker
of
surprise
.
I
USHER
SOULS
INTO
THE
NEXT
WORLD
,
Said
Death
.
’
Ah
,
’
said
Lezek
,
’
of
course
,
sorry
,
should
have
guessed
from
the
clothes
.
Very
necessary
work
,
very
steady
.
Established
business
?
’
I
’
HAVE
BEEN
GOING
FOR
SOME
TIME
,
YES
,
said
Death
.
