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What
,
never
any
youknow
at
all
?
said
the
internal
voice
,
and
it
sounded
as
if
it
was
grinning
.
It
’
s
supposed
to
be
bad
for
the
magic
,
thought
Mort
bitterly
.
Funny
place
to
keep
magic
.
Mort
was
shocked
.
Who
are
you
?
he
demanded
.
I
’
m
you
,
Mort
.
Your
inner
self
.
Well
,
I
wish
I
’
d
get
out
of
my
head
,
it
’
s
quite
crowded
enough
with
me
in
here
.
Fair
enough
,
said
the
voice
,
I
was
only
trying
to
help
.
But
remember
,
if
you
ever
need
you
,
you
’
re
always
around
.
The
voice
faded
away
.
Well
,
thought
Mort
bitterly
,
that
must
have
been
me
.
I
’
m
the
only
one
that
calls
me
Mort
.
The
shock
of
the
realisation
quite
obscured
the
fact
that
,
while
Mort
had
been
locked
into
the
monologue
,
he
had
ridden
right
through
the
gates
of
the
palace
.
Of
course
,
people
rode
through
the
gates
of
the
palace
every
day
,
but
most
of
them
needed
the
things
to
be
opened
first
.
