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The
suicidal
logic
of
this
nearly
killed
him
.
He
felt
the
chill
of
the
stone
around
his
limbs
before
a
voice
in
his
ear
said
:
LOOK
AT
IT
THIS
WAY
.
THE
WALL
CANT
BE
THERE
.
OTHERWISE
YOU
WOULDN
’
T
BE
WALKING
THROUGH
IT
.
WOULD
YOU
,
BOY
?
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
.
WHAT
?
’
My
name
is
Mort
.
Or
Mortimer
,
’
said
Mort
angrily
,
pushing
forward
.
The
chill
fell
behind
him
.
THERE
.
THAT
WASN
’
T
so
HARD
,
WAS
IT
?
Mort
looked
up
and
down
the
length
of
the
corridor
,
and
slapped
the
wall
experimentally
.
He
must
have
walked
through
it
,
but
it
felt
solid
enough
now
.
Little
specks
of
mica
glittered
at
him
.
’
How
do
you
do
that
stuff
?
’
he
said
.
’
How
do
I
do
it
?
Is
it
magic
?
’
MAGIC
IS
THE
ONE
THING
IT
ISN
’
T
,
BOY
.
WHEN
YOU
CAN
DO
IT
BY
YOURSELF
,
THERE
WILL
BE
NOTHING
MORE
THAT
I
CAN
TEACH
YOU
.
The
king
,
who
was
considerably
more
diffuse
now
,
said
,
’
It
’
s
impressive
,
I
’
ll
grant
you
.
By
the
way
,
I
seem
to
be
fading
.
’
