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Susan Sto Helit / Discworld ([info]ms_susan) wrote in [info]silverage,
Susan was still trying to get her bearings - it always took her a little while to get a complete feel for a new place, unlike her grandfather who was at home everywhere.

Then a man spoke to her. At first glance he was young, and wearing a... bowtie. Bowties were like doorknobs; something she forgot about occasionally if she didn't make a point to stay human and remember them. And she knew this man wasn't what he seemed, but to her consternation, that was all she knew. It was like part of her memory was missing, that part she had inherited from her grandfather. Death knew everybody.

"Lost?" Susan pursed her lips lips briefly in distaste. "I know exactly when and where I am, of course. What I don't know is why I am here. This is not where I was going at all."

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