“It’s time,” the cloaked figure tells her. 

With a sad smile, the old woman slips out of her warm, comfortable bed. She reluctantly takes the outstretched hand, and the figure pulls her into a long embrace. 

Their bodies start to fade as the moonlight reflects in the figure’s silver scythe.

 

 

 

 

silhouette of man standing near the window

 

 

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