Joseph Mallord William Turner Rain, Steam and Speed - The Great Western Railway

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B of the word "But" framed itself on the sergeant's lips, and faded there.
"General Fri'it has other business," said Vorbis. "Most pressing and urgent business. Which only he can attend
Fri'it opened his eyes in grayness.
He could see the room around him, but only faintly, as a series of edges in the air.
The sword . . .
He'd dropped the sword, but maybe he could find it again. He stepped forward, feeling a tenuous resistance around his ankles, and looked down.
There AT FIRST. IT IS ONLY TO BE EXPECTED.
To his horror, Fri'it saw the tall black figure stride away through the gray wall.
"Wait!"
A skull draped in a black hood poked out of the wall.
YES?
"You're Death, aren't you?"
INDEED.was the sword. But his fingers passed through it. It was like being drunk, but he knew he wasn't drunk. He wasn't even sober. He was . . . suddenly clear in his mind.He turned and looked at the thing that had briefly impeded his progress."Oh," he said.GOOD MORNING."Oh.""THERE IS A LITTLE CONFUSION