Grief Of Millennia
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"Help me."
Death furrowed his brows. "Help you?"
"Offer me your blessing," She spread her arms, smiling at death. "Kill me."
An encounter between Death and a woman cursed with Immortality would not repeat in this lifetime-they were not meant to be.
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