Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge

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the desert a dark and empty shell moved purposefully, half an inch above the ground . . . the Death of Tortoises.
The a very faint jangling sound, disappearing into the distance.
‘Don’t stand in the doorway, friend. Don’t block up the hall. Come on in.’
Windle Poons blinked in the gloom.
When his eyes became accustomed to it, he realised that there was a semicircle of chairs in an otherwise rather bare and dusty room. They were all occupied.
In the centre - at the focus, as it were, of the half circle - was a small table Death of Humanity hadn’t been finished yet.Humans can believe some very complex things.It’s like the difference between off-the-peg and bespoke.The metallic sounds stopped coming from the alley. Then there was a silence. It was the particularly wary silence of something making no noise.And, finally, there was