Time to Go

An unsettling dream woke Harold from his slumber. His eyes opened to a dark figure hovering over him, shrouded in the sunlight of that early morning. Shocked, he kept still, wrapped in his sheets, and let with a shaky voice asked, “H-H-Hello? Wh-Wh-Who are you? The valuables are all downstairs.” “I am Death and...

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