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He
looked
down
at
his
own
body
,
which
was
wearing
a
long
white
nightshirt
.
His
clothes
had
been
neatly
folded
on
a
chair
by
the
bed
;
the
chair
,
he
couldn
’
t
help
noticing
,
was
delicately
carved
with
a
skull
-
and
-
bones
motif
.
Mort
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
began
to
dress
,
his
mind
racing
.
He
eased
open
the
heavy
oak
door
,
and
felt
oddly
disappointed
when
it
failed
to
creak
ominously
.
There
was
a
bare
wooden
corridor
outside
,
with
big
yellow
candles
set
in
holders
on
the
far
wall
.
Mort
crept
out
and
sidled
along
the
boards
until
he
reached
a
staircase
.
He
negotiated
that
successfully
without
anything
ghastly
happening
,
arriving
in
what
looked
like
an
entrance
hall
full
of
doors
.
There
were
a
lot
of
funereal
drapes
here
,
and
a
grandfather
clock
with
a
tick
like
the
heartbeat
of
a
mountain
.
There
was
an
umbrella
stand
beside
it
.
It
had
a
scythe
in
it
.
Mort
looked
around
at
the
doors
.
They
looked
important
.
Their
arches
were
carved
in
the
now
-
familiar
bones
motif
.
He
went
to
try
the
nearest
one
,
and
a
voice
behind
him
said
:
’
You
mustn
’
t
go
in
there
,
boy
.
’
It
took
him
a
moment
to
realise
that
this
wasn
’
t
a
voice
in
his
head
,
but
real
human
words
that
had
been
formed
by
a
mouth
and
transferred
to
his
ears
by
a
convenient
system
of
air
compression
,
as
nature
intended
.
Nature
had
gone
to
a
lot
of
trouble
for
six
words
with
a
slightly
petulant
tone
to
them
.
He
turned
around
.
There
was
a
girl
there
,
about
his
own
height
and
perhaps
a
few
years
older
than
him
.
She
had
silver
hair
,
and
eyes
with
a
pearly
sheen
to
them
,
and
the
kind
of
interesting
but
impractical
long
dress
that
tends
to
be
worn
by
tragic
heroines
who
clasp
single
roses
to
their
bosom
while
gazing
soulfully
at
the
moon
.
Mort
had
never
heard
the
phrase
’
Pre
-
Raphaelite
’
,
which
was
a
pity
because
it
would
have
been
almost
the
right
description
.
However
,
such
girls
tend
to
be
on
the
translucent
,
consumptive
side
,
whereas
this
one
had
a
slight
suggestion
of
too
many
chocolates
.
She
stared
at
him
with
her
head
on
one
side
,
and
one
foot
tapping
irritably
on
the
floor
.
Then
she
reached
out
quickly
and
pinched
him
sharply
on
the
arm
.
