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Mort
’
s
own
personal
,
internal
reality
caught
up
with
him
.
He
shot
to
his
feet
with
a
strangled
cry
,
watched
blue
fireworks
explode
in
front
of
his
eyes
,
and
collapsed
again
.
Ysabell
caught
him
under
the
shoulders
and
hauled
him
back
on
his
feet
.
’
Let
’
s
go
down
to
the
river
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
think
we
could
all
do
with
a
drink
.
’
’
What
happened
to
me
?
’
She
shrugged
as
best
she
could
while
supporting
his
weight
.
’
Someone
used
the
Rite
of
AshkEnte
.
Father
hates
it
,
he
says
they
always
summon
him
at
inconvenient
moments
.
The
part
of
you
that
was
Death
went
and
you
stayed
behind
.
I
think
.
At
least
you
’
ve
got
your
own
voice
back
.
’
’
What
time
is
it
?
’
’
What
time
did
you
say
the
priests
close
up
the
pyramid
?
’
Mort
squinted
through
streaming
eyes
back
towards
the
tomb
of
the
king
.
Sure
enough
,
torchlit
fingers
were
working
on
the
door
.
Soon
,
according
to
the
legend
,
the
guardians
would
come
to
life
and
begin
their
endless
patrol
.
He
knew
they
would
.
He
remembered
the
knowledge
.
He
remembered
his
mind
feeling
as
cold
as
ice
and
limitless
as
the
night
sky
.
He
remembered
being
summoned
into
reluctant
existence
at
the
moment
the
first
creature
lived
,
in
the
certain
knowledge
that
he
would
outlive
life
until
the
last
being
in
the
universe
passed
to
its
reward
,
when
it
would
then
be
his
job
,
figuratively
speaking
,
to
put
the
chairs
on
the
tables
and
turn
aU
the
lights
off
.
