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[no_justice]

There is a skeleton at the Bar, clothed in a robe of Absolute Dark and accompanying by a scythe so sharp it glows blue where the very atoms of the air are being split - if it were open.

The scythe is folded shut and leans against the Bar. The robe's hood is pushed back and the shiny white cranium shines under the bar's lighting.

He's eating a curry.

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[no_justice]

I try to make an appearance at all major battles, which means he might well have been there, except Weighted Forward is not of the Discworld; Death sees no need to point this out.

It is a lot of work, he admits, but I am quite good at it. Busy but rarely overwhelmed.

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He probably wouldn't have been where the Huragok were anyway even if he were assigned that world to work with. The thick of the Battle of New Mombasa lay somewher eelse entirely.

I see, signals Weighted Forward. It considers what it has seen of dying, and what it knows of theology (mostly Covenant theology, not human), and eventually says, Is there anything about dying that you think I ought to know?

[no_justice]

Not yet, says Death. It's very easy to do.