Death - to the city

“Well, sir, there is one thing, sir, I don’t know how to get to the mortal world, sir,” said Mort
desperately.

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 quicksilver.

“Mort,” said Mort, to the universe at large.

“What?” said a stallholder beside him. Mort stared around. He was in a crowded marketplace,
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.

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Mort p42-43