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was two o'clock in the morning. River mists coiled like snakes through the streets of Ankh-Morpork, but they coiled alone. Wizards did not hold with other people staying up after midnight, and so no-one did. They slept the troubled sleep of the enchanted, instead.
In the was the only sound that broke the cholesterol of silence that had the heart of the city in its grip.
Silence reigned too in the dark bulk of Unseen Univer­sity. Except-
Spelter crept along the shadowy corridors like a two-­legged spider, darting - or at least limping quickly -from pillar to archway, until he reached the forbidding doors of the Library. He peered nervously at the dark­ness around him and, after some hesitation, tapped very, very Plaza of Broken Moons, once the boutique of mysterious pleasures from whose flare-lit and curtain­-hung stalls the late-night reveller could obtain any­thing from a plate of jellied eels to the venereal disease of his choice, the mists coiled and dripped into chilly emptiness.The stalls had gone, replaced by gleaming marble and a statue depicting the spirit of something or other, sur­rounded by illuminated fountains. Their dull splashing