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Cutwell
squeaked
.
The
jar
in
his
hand
dropped
and
smashed
on
the
tiles
;
there
was
the
smell
of
slightly
rancid
salad
dressing
.
’
Already
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
know
about
already
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
but
there
’
s
this
sort
of
crackling
wall
sliding
over
the
land
and
no
-
one
else
seems
to
worry
about
it
and
—
’
’
How
fast
was
it
moving
?
’
’
—
it
changes
things
!
’
’
You
saw
it
?
How
far
away
is
it
?
How
fast
is
it
moving
?
’
’
Of
course
I
saw
it
.
I
rode
through
it
twice
.
It
was
like
—
’
’
But
you
’
re
not
a
wizard
,
so
why
—
’
’
What
are
you
doing
here
,
anyway
—
’
Cutwell
took
a
deep
breath
.
’
Everyone
shut
up
!
’
he
screamed
.
