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’
Yes
.
Off
duty
at
the
moment
,
though
.
’
’
Pleased
to
hear
it
.
’
Cutwell
shut
the
door
behind
them
and
fumbled
for
a
candlestick
.
There
was
a
pop
,
a
flash
of
blue
light
and
a
whimper
.
’
Sorry
,
’
he
said
,
sucking
his
fingers
.
’
Fire
spell
.
Never
really
got
the
hang
of
it
.
’
’
You
were
expecting
the
dome
thing
,
weren
’
t
you
?
’
said
Mort
urgently
.
’
What
will
happen
when
it
closes
in
?
’
The
wizard
sat
down
heavily
on
the
remains
of
a
bacon
sandwich
.
’
I
’
m
not
exactly
sure
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
’
ll
be
interesting
to
watch
.
But
not
from
inside
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
What
I
think
will
happen
is
that
the
last
week
will
never
have
existed
.
’
’
She
’
ll
suddenly
die
?
’
’
You
don
’
t
quite
understand
.
She
will
have
been
dead
for
a
week
.
All
this
—
’
he
waved
his
hands
vaguely
in
the
air
–
’
will
not
have
happened
.
The
assassin
will
have
done
his
job
.
You
will
have
done
yours
.
History
will
have
healed
itself
.
Everything
will
be
all
right
.
From
History
’
s
point
of
view
,
that
is
.
There
really
isn
’
t
any
other
.
’
Mort
stared
out
of
the
narrow
window
.
