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WHAT
ARE
YOU
BLATHERING
ABOUT
,
MAN
?
’
You
had
a
bit
of
a
funny
turn
there
,
master
.
’
NONSENSE
.
I
HAVE
NEVER
FELT
BETTER
.
NOW
,
WHAT
WERE
WE
TALKING
ABOUT
?
Albert
shrugged
,
and
peered
down
at
the
entries
in
the
book
.
’
Goodie
’
s
a
witch
,
’
he
said
.
’
She
might
get
a
bit
annoyed
if
you
send
Mort
.
’
All
practitioners
of
magic
earned
the
right
,
once
their
own
personal
sands
had
run
out
,
of
being
claimed
by
Death
himself
rather
than
his
minor
functionaries
.
Death
didn
’
t
appear
to
hear
Albert
.
He
was
staring
at
Princess
Keli
’
s
hourglass
again
.
WHAT
is
THAT
SENSE
INSIDE
YOUR
HEAD
OF
WISTFUL
REGRET
THAT
THINGS
ARE
THE
WAY
THEY
APPARENTLY
ARE
?
’
Sadness
,
master
.
I
think
.
Now
—
’
I
AM
SADNESS
.
