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He
looked
down
and
saw
the
landscape
spread
out
below
him
,
the
night
etched
with
moonlight
silver
.
If
he
fell
off
,
the
only
thing
he
’
d
hit
was
air
.
He
redoubled
his
grip
on
the
saddle
.
Then
Death
said
,
ARE
YOU
HUNGRY
,
BOY
?
’
Yes
,
sir
.
’
The
words
came
straight
from
his
stomach
without
the
intervention
of
his
brain
.
Death
nodded
,
and
reined
in
the
horse
.
It
stood
on
the
air
,
the
great
circular
panorama
of
the
Disc
glittering
below
it
.
Here
and
there
a
city
was
an
range
glow
;
in
the
warm
seas
nearer
the
Rim
there
was
a
hint
of
phosphorescence
.
In
some
of
thedeep
valleys
the
trapped
daylight
of
the
Disc
,
which
is
slow
and
slightly
heavy
,
was
evaporating
like
silver
steam
.
But
it
was
outshone
by
the
glow
that
rose
towards
the
stars
from
the
Rim
itself
.
Vast
streamers
of
light
shimmered
and
glittered
across
the
night
.
Great
golden
walls
surrounded
the
world
.
’
It
’
s
beautiful
,
’
said
Mort
softly
.
’
What
is
it
?
’
THE
SUN
is
UNDER
THE
Disc
,
said
Death
.
’
Is
it
like
this
every
night
?
’
EVERY
NIGHT
,
said
Death
.
NATURE
’
S
LIKE
THAT
.
