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... not avoid all became distorted.
What had it seen?
It had seen Arthur sitting cross-legged in a chair, his knees raised, his arms resting on them, a lazy look on his face as he gazed at the night sky.
It had seen, emerging behind Arthur, a figure in a pitch-black robe, holding a scythe...
’Death’!
The night wind had already ceased.
No!
To be accurate, the night wind died the instant that figure appeared.
Not just the night wind, but ...
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