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’
What
,
of
walking
through
things
?
’
’
In
a
manner
of
speaking
.
Walking
into
them
,
anyway
.
’
’
I
’
m
going
to
get
some
sleep
,
’
Keli
said
.
’
Even
the
dead
need
some
rest
.
Cutwell
,
stop
fiddling
with
that
crossbow
,
please
.
I
’
m
sure
it
’
s
not
wizardly
to
be
alone
in
a
lady
’
s
boudoir
.
’
’
Hmm
?
But
I
’
m
not
alone
,
am
I
?
You
’
re
here
.
’
’
That
,
’
she
said
,
’
is
the
point
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
’
Oh
.
Yes
.
Sorry
.
Um
.
I
’
ll
see
you
in
the
morning
,
then
.
’
’
Goodnight
,
Cutwell
.
Shut
the
door
behind
you
.
’
The
sun
crept
over
the
horizon
,
decided
to
make
a
run
for
it
,
and
began
to
rise
.
But
it
would
be
some
time
before
its
slow
light
rolled
across
the
sleeping
Disc
,
herding
the
night
ahead
of
it
,
and
nocturnal
shadows
still
ruled
the
city
.
They
clustered
now
around
The
Mended
Drum
in
Filigree
Street
,
foremost
of
the
city
’
s
taverns
.
It
was
famed
not
for
its
beer
,
which
looked
like
maiden
’
s
water
and
tasted
like
battery
acid
,
but
for
its
clientele
.
It
was
said
that
if
you
sat
long
enough
in
the
Drum
,
then
sooner
or
later
every
major
hero
on
the
Disc
would
steal
your
horse
.
