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’
What
about
you
,
then
?
’
snapped
Mort
.
’
What
can
you
remember
about
being
human
?
If
you
went
back
,
how
much
life
have
you
got
left
?
’
’
Ninety
-
one
days
,
three
hours
and
five
minutes
,
’
said
Albert
promptly
.
’
I
knew
he
was
on
my
trail
,
see
?
But
I
’
m
safe
here
and
he
’
s
not
such
a
bad
master
.
Sometimes
I
don
’
t
know
what
he
’
d
do
without
me
.
’
’
Yes
,
no
-
one
dies
in
Death
’
s
own
kingdom
.
And
you
’
re
pleased
with
that
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
’
m
more
than
two
thousand
years
old
,
I
am
.
I
’
ve
lived
longer
than
anyone
in
the
world
.
’
Mort
shook
his
head
.
’
You
haven
’
t
,
you
know
,
’
he
said
.
’
You
’
ve
just
stretched
things
out
more
.
No
-
one
really
lives
here
.
The
time
in
this
place
is
just
a
sham
.
It
’
s
not
real
.
Nothing
changes
.
I
’
d
rather
die
and
see
what
happens
next
than
spend
eternity
here
.
’
Albert
pinched
his
nose
reflectively
.
’
Yes
,
well
,
you
might
,
’
he
conceded
,
’
but
I
was
a
wizard
,
you
know
.
I
was
pretty
good
at
it
.
They
put
up
a
statue
to
me
,
you
know
.
But
you
don
’
t
live
a
long
life
as
a
wizard
without
making
a
few
enemies
,
see
,
ones
who
’
ll
.
.
.
wait
on
the
Other
Side
.
’
He
sniffed
.
They
ain
’
t
all
got
two
legs
,
either
.
Some
of
them
ain
’
t
got
legs
at
all
.
Or
faces
.
Death
don
’
t
frighten
me
.
It
’
s
what
comes
after
.
’
’
Help
me
,
then
.
’
’
What
good
will
that
do
me
?
’
