As his senses faded and his thoughts went still, he’d reached the borders of death and glimpsed what waited for him there. Nothing. Emptiness. No Bone God to welcome or damn him. He wouldn’t even be afforded that grace. Not for him the ice fields of Quttak, where heroes hunted mighty shabboths and battled giants in the snow. He wouldn’t see the halls of Vanatuk, where there was feasting and merriment and hearths that burned eternally. His fate was the Forgetting, where the Unremembered went when they died. He’d seen it as he sank into the black abyss, and it struck fear into him such as he’d
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