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Ysabell
’
s
chest
rose
and
fell
in
a
manner
that
should
have
made
Cutwell
give
up
magic
for
life
.
Finally
,
in
a
voice
even
more
hollow
than
usual
,
Death
said
:
WHY
?
’
You
said
that
to
tinker
with
the
fate
of
one
individual
could
destroy
the
whole
world
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
YES
?
’
You
meddled
with
his
.
And
mine
.
’
She
pointed
a
trembling
finger
at
the
splinters
of
glass
on
the
floor
.
’
And
those
,
too
.
’
WELL
?
’
What
will
the
gods
demand
for
that
?
’
FROM
ME
?
’
Yes
!
’
Death
looked
surprised
.
THE
GODS
CAN
DEMAND
NOTHING
OF
ME
.
EVEN
GODS
ANSWER
TO
ME
,
EVENTUALLY
.
