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’
Won
’
t
people
notice
there
’
s
a
horse
up
here
?
’
he
said
,
as
they
strolled
to
a
stairwell
.
Death
shook
his
head
.
WOULD
YOU
BELIEVE
THERE
COULD
BE
A
HORSE
AT
THE
TOP
OF
THIS
TOWER
?
he
Said
.
’
No
.
You
couldn
’
t
get
one
up
these
stairs
,
’
said
Mort
.
WELL
,
THEN
?
’
Oh
.
I
see
.
People
don
’
t
want
to
see
what
can
’
t
possibly
exist
.
’
WELL
DONE
.
Now
they
were
walking
along
a
wide
corridor
hung
with
tapestries
.
Death
reached
into
his
robe
and
pulled
out
an
hourglass
,
peering
closely
at
it
in
the
dim
light
.
It
was
a
particularly
fine
one
,
its
glass
cut
into
intricate
facets
and
imprisoned
in
an
ornate
framework
of
wood
and
brass
.
The
words
’
King
Olerve
the
Bastard
’
were
engraved
deeply
into
it
.
The
sand
inside
sparkled
oddly
.
There
wasn
’
t
a
lot
left
.
