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Shinigami
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Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2013
"Thank you." The contracts knees buckled and her eyes closed slowly and peacefully. Her body glowed a radiant blue, it was time. I placed my fingers into her chest and pulled out what I came for. Red, as usual, I sighed and gently placed the women's lifeless body back onto the concrete.
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