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SIMPLY
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FEEL
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WANT
A
CHANGE
.
Keeble
’
s
frantic
rustling
at
last
turned
up
the
paper
he
’
d
been
searching
for
.
He
gave
a
maniacal
laugh
and
thrust
it
into
Death
’
s
hands
.
Death
read
it
.
THIS
is
A
JOB
?
PEOPLE
ARE
PAID
TO
DO
THIS
?
’
Yes
,
yes
,
go
and
see
him
,
you
’
re
just
the
right
type
.
Only
don
’
t
tell
him
I
sent
you
.
’
Binky
moved
at
a
hard
gallop
across
the
night
,
the
Disc
unrolling
far
below
his
hooves
.
Now
Mort
found
that
the
sword
could
reach
out
further
than
he
had
thought
,
it
could
reach
the
stars
themselves
,
and
he
swung
it
across
the
deeps
of
space
and
into
the
heart
of
a
yellow
dwarf
which
went
nova
most
satisfactorily
.
He
stood
in
the
saddle
and
whirled
the
blade
around
his
head
,
laughing
as
the
blue
flame
fanned
across
the
sky
leaving
a
trail
of
darkness
and
embers
.
And
didn
’
t
stop
.
Mort
struggled
as
the
sword
cut
through
the
horizon
,
grinding
down
the
mountains
,
drying
up
the
seas
,
turning
green
forests
into
punk
and
ashes
.
He
heard
voices
behind
him
,
and
the
brief
screams
of
friends
and
relatives
as
he
turned
desperately
.
Dust
storms
whirled
from
the
dead
earth
as
he
fought
to
release
his
own
grip
,
but
the
sword
burned
icy
cold
in
his
hand
,
dragging
him
on
in
a
dance
that
would
not
end
until
there
was
nothing
left
alive
.
And
that
time
came
,
and
Mort
stood
alone
except
for
Death
,
who
said
,
’
A
fine
job
,
boy
.
’
And
Mort
said
,
MORT
.
