La mort porte le vide
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I was in a shallop on a remote island, when a shadow cast itself at the bottom of the boat. Looking up, above the isolated peaks, the tomb cut through the air. He froze above the black spruce trees for a moment, before disappearing into the vastness of his world. He was the vertigo of death, in feather and bone.
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