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Death looked up, and looked straight at Susan. His eye sockets flared blue for a moment. Susan tried to press herself into the shadows.
He looked back downAlbert appeared from behind a pillar.
WOULD YOU BE SO GOOD AS TO MAKE ME A CUP OF TEA, PLEASE.
'Yes, Master. Hehe, you sorted him out right enough–’
THANK YOU.
Albert scurried off in the direction of the kitchen.
Once again there was the closest thing there could ever be to silence in the room of lifetimers.
YOU'D BETTER COME OUT. at Mort for a moment, and then at Ysabell, and then back at Susan, and then back down at Mort. And laughed.And turned the hourglass over.And snapped his fingers.Mort vanished, with a small 'pop' of imploding air. So did Ysabell and the others.It was, suddenly, very quiet.Death put the hourglass down, very carefully, on the table and looked at the ceiling for a while. Then he said:ALBERT?
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