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Mort
tossed
it
gently
from
hand
to
hand
.
’
We
will
put
it
with
the
castle
jewels
,
’
he
said
.
’
We
haven
’
t
got
that
many
.
’
ONE
DAY
IT
WILL
BE
THE
SEED
OF
A
NEW
UNIVERSE
.
Mort
fumbled
the
catch
,
but
reached
down
with
lightning
reflexes
and
caught
it
before
it
hit
the
flagstones
.
’
What
?
’
THE
PRESSURE
OF
THIS
REALITY
KEEPS
IT
COMPRESSED
.
THERE
MAY
COME
A
TIME
WHEN
THE
UNIVERSE
ENDS
AND
REALITY
DIES
,
AND
THEN
THIS
ONE
WILL
EXPLODE
AND
.
.
.
WHO
KNOWS
?
KEEP
IT
SAFE
.
IT
’
S
A
FUTURE
AS
WELL
AS
A
PRESENT
.
Death
put
his
skull
on
one
side
.
IT
’
S
A
SMALL
THING
,
he
added
.
You
COULD
HAVE
HAD
ETERNITY
.
’
I
know
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
’
ve
been
very
lucky
.
’
He
put
it
very
carefully
on
the
buffet
table
,
between
the
quails
’
eggs
and
the
sausage
rolls
.
THERE
WAS
ANOTHER
THING
,
said
Death
.
