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Death
’
d
be
back
soon
,
he
told
himself
,
feeling
his
unprotesting
body
being
helped
along
the
corridors
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
,
he
’
d
have
to
tell
Death
.
He
wasn
’
t
such
a
bad
old
stick
.
Death
would
help
;
all
he
needed
to
do
was
explain
things
.
And
then
he
could
stop
all
this
worrying
and
go
to
slee
.
.
.
.
’
And
what
was
your
previous
position
?
’
I
BEG
YOUR
PARDON
?
’
What
did
you
do
for
a
living
?
’
said
the
thin
young
man
behind
the
desk
.
The
figure
opposite
him
shifted
uneasily
.
I
USHERED
SOULS
INTO
THE
NEXT
WORLD
.
I
WAS
THE
GRAVE
OF
ALL
HOPE
.
I
WAS
THE
ULTIMATE
REALITY
.
I
WAS
THE
ASSASSIN
AGAINST
WHOM
NO
LOCK
WOULD
HOLD
.
’
Yes
,
point
taken
,
but
do
you
have
any
particular
skills
?
’
Death
thought
about
it
.
I
SUPPOSE
A
CERTAIN
AMOUNT
OF
EXPERTISE
WITH
AGRICULTURAL
IMPLEMENTS
?
he
ventured
after
a
while
.
The
young
man
shook
his
head
firmly
.
