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IT
’
S
THE
MORPHOGENETIC
FIELD
WEAKENING
,
said
Death
.
The
king
’
s
voice
was
no
louder
than
a
whisper
.
’
Is
that
what
it
is
?
’
IT
HAPPENS
TO
EVERYONE
.
TRY
TO
ENJOY
IT
.
’
How
?
’
Now
the
voice
was
no
more
than
a
shape
in
the
air
.
JUST
BE
YOURSELF
.
At
that
moment
the
king
collapsed
,
growing
smaller
and
smaller
in
the
air
as
the
field
finally
collapsed
into
a
tiny
,
brilliant
pinpoint
.
It
happened
so
quickly
that
Mort
almost
missed
it
.
From
ghost
to
mote
in
half
a
second
,
with
a
faint
sigh
.
Death
gently
caught
the
glittering
thing
and
stowed
it
away
somewhere
under
his
robe
.
’
What
’
s
happened
to
him
?
’
said
Mort
.
ONLY
HE
KNOWS
,
said
Death
.
COME
.
’
My
granny
says
that
dying
is
like
going
to
sleep
,
’
Mort
added
,
a
shade
hopefully
.
I
WOULDN
’
T
KNOW
.
I
HAVE
DONE
NEITHER
.
