'Good evening, Lord Corwin,' said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it.
'Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?'
'A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.'
'You enjoy this duty?'
He nodded.'I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here.'
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