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There was a long, thick pause caused by a lot of people listening very hard. Eventually, from the top of the tower, a realised that he could move his limbs himself. The hat had temporarily lost interest in them. He glanced sideways at Conina. In instant, unspoken agreement they each grasped one of Nijel's arms and turned and ran, and didn't stop until they'd put several walls between them and the tower. Rincewind ran expecting something to hit him in the back of the neck. Possibly the world.
All three landed in the rubble and lay there panting.
'You needn't have done that,' muttered Nijel. 'I was just getting ready to really give him a seeing-to. How can I ever-’voice called out uncertainly, 'Whereabouts in the Lore?''I embody the Lore.'There was a distant whispering and then the same voice called out, 'The Lore is dead. Sourcery is above the Lo-’The sentence ended in a scream because Abrim raised his left hand and sent a thin beam of green light in the precise direction of the speaker.It was at about this moment that Rincewind
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