Cloaked in silence, enveloped by a cloying gloom, Death stood in the Great Hall’s cavernous doorway, waiting. For what or for whom, he wasn’t quite sure? In fact, death’s whole day had been one catastrophe after another, the chemical plant’s toxic spill, the motorway pile-up and now a mystery corpse.

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