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Death
sighed
loudly
,
and
pulled
open
a
desk
drawer
.
JUST
WALK
THERE
.
Mort
nodded
miserably
,
and
took
the
long
walk
to
the
study
door
.
As
he
pulled
it
open
Death
coughed
.
BOY
!
he
called
,
and
tossed
something
across
the
room
.
Mort
caught
it
automatically
as
the
door
creaked
open
.
The
doorway
vanished
.
The
deep
carpet
underfoot
became
muddy
cobbles
.
Broad
daylight
poured
over
him
like
quick
-
silver
.
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
,
to
the
universe
at
large
.
’
What
?
’
said
a
stallholder
beside
him
.
Mort
stared
around
.
He
was
in
a
crowded
market
place
,
packed
with
people
and
animals
.
Every
kind
of
thing
was
being
sold
from
needles
to
(
via
a
few
itinerant
prophets
)
visions
of
salvation
.
It
was
impossible
to
hold
any
conversation
quieter
than
a
shout
.
Mort
tapped
the
stallholder
in
the
small
of
the
back
.
’
Can
you
see
me
?
’
he
demanded
.
