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Death
shrugged
,
and
walked
away
,
pausing
only
to
tickle
the
ears
of
an
alley
cat
that
happened
to
be
passing
.
He
hummed
to
himself
.
He
didn
’
t
quite
know
what
had
come
over
him
,
but
he
was
enjoying
it
.
’
You
couldn
’
t
be
sure
it
would
work
!
’
Cutwell
spread
his
hands
in
a
conciliatory
gesture
.
’
Well
,
no
,
’
he
conceded
,
’
but
I
thought
,
what
have
I
got
to
lose
?
’
He
backed
away
.
’
What
have
you
got
to
lose
?
’
shouted
Mort
.
He
stamped
forward
and
tugged
the
bolt
out
of
one
of
the
posts
in
the
princess
’
s
bed
.
’
You
’
re
not
going
to
tell
me
this
went
through
me
?
’
he
snapped
.
’
I
was
particularly
watching
it
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
I
saw
it
too
,
’
said
Keli
.
’
It
was
horrible
.
It
came
right
out
of
where
your
heart
is
.
’
’
And
I
saw
you
walk
through
a
stone
pillar
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
