Edward Hopper Morning in a City

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It was still midnight. A full moon glided above the smoke and fumes of Ankh-Morpork, thankful that several thousand miles of sky lay between it and them.
The Alchemists’ Guildhall was new. It was always new. It had been explosively demolished and rebuilt four times in theIt went clickaclickaclickaclicka . . . click.
It went on for several minutes, to a background of cheers. And then a voice said:
‘That’s all, folks.’ last two years, on the last occasion without a lecture and demonstration room in the hope that this might be a helpful move. On this night a number of muffled figures entered the building in a surreptitious fashion. After a few minutes the lights in a window on the top floor dimmed and went out. Well, nearly out. Something was happening up there. A strange flickering filled the window, very briefly. It was followed by a ragged cheering. And there was a noise. Not a bang this time, but a strange mechanical purring, like a happy cat at the bottom of a tin drum.