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“The candles are burning,” his associate began. “Ever burning. Some are just starting; others are nearing their end. I have come to gift you with news of another ending.”
She didn’t want to dash her hopes outright. Having a dream was no small matter for a girl child.
“It’s stress,” Jackson stated. “You lost your husband. Your home. You live in a graveyard, for heaven’s sake.” “You saying this is all in my head?” Maggie asked. “That’s exactly what I’m saying,”
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“They call me Death. I prefer the name Reaper, if you will. I am the keeper of the candles,” the creature said, gliding over to the candles like a farmer tending his flock. “One for each life in the world. The candles are burning, ever burning.”
The skull was a gleaming white, so bright it momentarily blinded her.
BALD BALD BALD BALD MY EYES!!
Reaper, Death—it was lonely, just like her.
