Description

Abruptly, ruined posture-swindler Moist von Lipwig identified himself with a noose around his neck and falling via a trapdoor into, a government work? By all rights, Moist must certanly be meeting his machine in the place of being offered a situation as Postmaster by Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork. Obtaining the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, might prove an impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down postoffice. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is speaking with him.