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body a cautious prod. It didn't move.
Nothing looking like that should move. A twisted axe lay beside it.
'Oh, no,' he breathed.
There was a thin rope, the sort the Assassins used, hanging down from the heights. It was twitching. Colon looked up at the haze, and drew his sword.
He could see all the way to the top, and there was no-one on the rope. Which meant—
He didn't Cuddy.
And will you look at that?' he said. 'My dad made that axe for me! A fine weapon to take into the afterlife, I don't think!'
IS THAT SOME KIND OF BURIAL CUSTOM?
'Don't you know? You are Death, aren't you?'even look around, which saved his life.His dive for the floor and the explosion of the gonne behind him happened at exactly the same time. He swore afterwards that he felt the wind of the slug as it passed over his head.Then a figure stepped through the smoke and hit him very hard before escaping through the open door, into the rain. ACTING-CONSTABLE CUDDY?Cuddy brushed himself off.'Oh,' he said. 'I see. I didn't think I was going to survive that. Not after the first hundred feet.'YOU WERE CORRECT.The unreal world of the living was already fading, but Cuddy glared at the twisted remains of his axe. It seemed to worry him far more than the twisted remains erf