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- Binky turned obediently away and trotted into the world. The lands and cities of it lay before him.
- Blue light flamed along the blade of the scythe. Death felt attention on him. He looked up at the universe, which was watching him with puzzled interest.
- A voice which only he heard said: So you're a rebel, little Death? Against what?
- Death thought about it. If there was a snappy answer, he couldn't think of one.
- So he ignored it, and rode towards the lives of humanity. They needed him. Somewhere, in some other world far away from the Discworld, someone tentatively picked up a musical instrument that echoed to the rhythm in their soul.
- It will never die. It's here to stay.
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- Soul Music - p257
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