Scythe
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Last published Thu, Feb 7, 2019
"This will help guide, and protect you as you walk through purgatory." He smiled handing me his scythe. I almost couldn't believe this was happening. I took it from his hands. He looked kind of displeased to part with his tool.
"There is a catch however. I need you to do something for me... That is my second scythe...."
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