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... y. More like a convergence where conclusions waited to be assigned. High gods lingered there, vast and quiet, their forms layered with authority. Lower gods clustered farther away, careful not to intrude, careful not to be noticed.
Death drifted through them, small and wrapped in an oversized robe, scythe balanced awkwardly against its shoulder.
No one blocked its path.
They never did.
gods were not afraid of Death.
Fear required the possibility of escape. ...
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