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The
smaller
glass
beside
it
was
quite
plain
and
unadorned
.
Mort
reached
for
it
.
’
May
I
?
’
he
said
.
BE
MY
GUEST
.
The
name
Mort
was
engraved
on
the
top
bulb
.
He
held
it
up
to
the
light
,
noting
without
any
real
surprise
that
there
was
hardly
any
sand
left
.
When
he
held
it
to
his
ear
he
thought
he
could
hear
,
even
above
the
ever
-
present
roar
of
the
millions
of
lifetimers
around
him
,
the
sound
of
his
own
life
pouring
away
.
He
put
it
down
very
carefully
.
Death
turned
to
Cutwell
.
MR
WIZARD
,
SIR
,
YOU
WILL
BE
GOOD
ENOUGH
TO
GIVE
US
A
COUNT
OF
THREE
.
Cutwell
nodded
glumly
.
’
Are
you
sure
this
couldn
’
t
all
be
sorted
out
by
getting
around
a
table
—
’
he
began
.
NO
.
