Death is a door. In the darkness, I watch Caduan’s silhouette stand at its threshold. I cannot see what lies beyond it, but I know that there is something there. As I hover on the edge of nothing and everything, terror clenches me. I think of honey, and music, and the way a million other souls felt connected to me in a home I knew once, long ago. Caduan turns. “Are you afraid?” he asks me. At first I want to tell him that I am. But then I think of the night I asked him if he feared death. I fear only what it may take from me, he told me. I realize that there is nothing that death can take from
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