Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning

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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 quieter than a shout.
Mort tapped the stallholder in the small of the back.
'Can you see me?' he demanded.
The stallholder squinted critically at him.
'I reckon so,' he said, 'or someone very much like you.'
Thank you,' said Mort, immensely relieved.
'Don't mention it. I see lots of people every day, no charge. Want to buy any bootlaces?'
'I don't think so,' said Mort. 'What place is this?'
'You don't know?'vanished. The deep carpet underfoot became muddy cobbles. Broad daylight poured over him like quick-silver.'Mort,' said Mort, to the universe at large.'What?' said a stallholder beside him. Mort stared around. He was in a crowded market place, 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