How is it you stand before death, head raised and chest out proud proclaiming your pride, when the scythe is raised, only thin membrane seperating it from claiming you.
Though you suppose if i was going to take you i would when the bell had first struck the hour of one, you ahve not escaped death merely been aloowed to live.
This is the fourth chronicles of life and death.
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