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That the God of Death had grown tired of his throne and disguised himself as a man to torment humankind for amusement.
But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”
“You. You are my choice.”
“I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.” “Neither will I.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I will find you. Here, or in the shades.”

