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Mort
ran
a
finger
around
the
inside
of
his
collar
,
looked
both
ways
,
and
then
darted
into
a
fern
-
shaded
corner
near
the
end
of
the
buffet
where
he
could
have
a
quiet
moment
to
himself
.
Behind
him
the
Master
of
Ceremonies
cleared
his
throat
.
His
eyes
took
on
a
distant
,
glazed
look
.
The
Stealer
of
Souls
,
’
he
said
in
the
faraway
voice
of
one
whose
ears
aren
’
t
hearing
what
his
mouth
is
saying
,
’
Defeater
of
Empires
,
Swallower
of
Oceans
,
Thief
of
Years
,
The
Ultimate
Reality
,
Harvester
of
Mankind
,
the
—
’
ALL
RIGHT
,
ALL
RIGHT
.
I
CAN
SEE
MYSELF
IN
.
Mort
paused
with
a
cold
turkey
leg
halfway
to
his
mouth
.
He
didn
’
t
turn
around
.
He
didn
’
t
need
to
.
There
was
no
mistaking
that
voice
,
felt
rather
than
heard
,
or
the
way
in
which
the
air
chilled
and
darkened
.
The
chatter
and
music
of
the
wedding
reception
slowed
and
faded
.
’
We
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
come
,
’
he
said
to
a
potted
fern
.
TO
MY
OWN
DAUGHTER
’
S
WEDDING
?
ANYWAY
,
IT
WAS
THE
FIRST
TIME
I
’
VE
EVER
HAD
AN
INVITATION
TO
ANYTHING
.
IT
HAD
GOLD
EDGES
AND
RSVP
AND
EVERYTHING
.
’
Yes
,
but
when
you
weren
’
t
at
the
service
—
’
I
THOUGHT
PERHAPS
IT
WOULD
NOT
BE
ENTIRELY
APPROPRIATE
.
’
Well
,
yes
,
I
suppose
so
—
’
