Death - infinite

Death walked slowly across tiles in the lifetimer room, inspecting the serried rows of busy
hourglasses. Albert followed dutifully behind with the great ledger open in his arms.
The sound roared around them, a vast gray waterfall of noise.'

It came from the shelves where, stretching away into the infinite distance, row upon row of
hourglasses poured away the sands of mortal time. It was a heavy sound, a dull sound, a sound that
poured like sullen custard over the bright roly-poly pudding of the soul.

VERY WELL, said Death at last. I MAKE IT THREE. A QUIET NIGHT.

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Mort p46-47