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           "Soundsabitlike,youknow...magictome,"saidBrotherWatchtower,inthenervoustoneofthemanwhohasspottedwhichcupthepeaishiddenunderbutdoesn’tliketosay."Imean,notwishingtoquestionyoursupremewisdomshipandthat,but...well...youknow...magic..."

           Hisvoicetrailedoff.

           "Yeah,"saidBrotherPlastereruncomfortably.

           "It’s,er,thewizards,see,"saidBrotherFingers."Youprob’lydintknowthis,whenyouwasbangedupwiththemvenerableherbertsontheirmountain,butthewizardsroundherecomedownonyoulikeatonofbricksiftheycatchesyoudoin’anythinglikethat."

           "Demarcation,theycallit,"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "Like,Idon’tgoaroundfiddlingwiththemysticinterleavedwossnamesofcausality,andtheydon’tdoanyplastering."

           "Ifailtoseetheproblem,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster.Infact,hesawitalltooclearly.Thiswasthelasthurdle.Helptheirtinylittlemindsoverthis,andheheldtheworldinthepalmofhishand.Theirstupe-fyinglyunintelligentself-interesthadn’tlethimdownsofar,surelyitcouldn’tfailhimnow...

           TheBrethrenshuffleduneasily.ThenBrotherDunnykinspoke.

           "Huh.Wizards.Whatdotheyknowaboutaday’swork?"

           TheSupremeGrandmasterbreatheddeeply.Ah.,.

           Theairofmean-mindedresentfulnessthickenednoticeably.