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we do that?' said Conina.
'It would inn and were sitting on a bench in the afternoon sunshine. Even War had been persuaded to take off some of his armour.
'Dunno,' said Famine, 'Don't think so.'
Pestilence shut his crusted eyes and leaned back against the warm stones.
'I think,' he said, 'it was something about the end of the world.'
War sat and thoughtfully scratched his chin. He hiccuped.
'What, the whole world?' he said.
'I reckon.'be nice to think so, wouldn't it?' said Nijel.'Yes, but did-’ she began.'Probably not. Who knows? Let's just find a horse,' he said. 'The Apogee,' said War, 'or something. I'm pretty sure.'They had staggered out of the
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