
In the squalid, crime infested city of Ankh-Morpork -- bifurcated seaport capital and oldest city on the Discworld -- one lives either by the sword or in the shadows. And it is from the shadows that Rincewind, deplorably second-rate magician and undisputed master of the art of cowardice, spies Twoflower, a pint-sized foreigner trailed by a big, wooden chest ... moving on hundreds of tiny legs.
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