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Grim Prospects
after three night sweats in a row I knew the end was near and I had nothing to fear, when out of the shadows a dark robed figure near my bed in a trice did appear, "you must surely know", he said, "that you and everyone have had this condition since birth", the tonality of his voice was matter-of-fact; his mission was clearly not of this earth, "there's no need to pack your bags...you won't need them where you're going, 'cause from the grain the chaff shall be contained by the prevailing winds blowing... I am simply the Reaper".
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