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Through
the
curtain
of
his
fatigue
he
saw
Death
unfold
the
length
of
his
bones
and
bring
his
blade
aund
in
a
slow
,
leisurely
arc
as
though
it
was
moving
through
treacle
.
’
Father
!
’
screamed
Ysabell
.
Death
turned
his
head
.
Perhaps
Mort
’
s
mind
welcomed
the
prospect
of
the
life
to
come
but
his
body
,
which
maybe
felt
it
had
most
to
lose
in
the
deal
,
objected
.
It
brought
his
sword
arm
up
in
one
unstoppable
stroke
that
flicked
Death
’
s
blade
from
his
hand
,
and
then
pinned
him
against
the
nearest
pillar
.
In
the
sudden
hush
Mort
realised
he
could
no
longer
hear
an
intrusive
little
noise
that
had
been
just
at
his
threshold
of
hearing
for
the
last
ten
minutes
.
His
eyes
darted
sideways
.
The
last
of
his
sand
was
running
out
.
STRIKE
.
Mort
raised
the
sword
,
and
looked
into
the
twin
blue
fires
.
He
lowered
the
sword
.
’
No
.
’
