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There’s a white tomb by the water. By the peaceful lake it stands, alone amongst the trees. It is a monument to him who has left the world unbidden. Much too soon for your taste. It happened without warning, without you seeing any sign. It happened on a Friday night, when you couldn’t make it. You were far away but the enemy was near. If it had been like the old days, that Friday you would have made your way to the castle at dusk. When the sun begins to sink and paints the world a bloody red, you would have walked up the path to those majestic gates, and climbed the stony steps all the way up to his office. He would have been there sat comfortably in his grand chair, the chess table set, an empty seat and a glass of firewhiskey awaiting your arrival. You would have plotted and thwarted each other well into the night. And you probably would have won for you were always the superior player. But the old days are long gone.
They were over long ago and now there is a white tomb by the water and you wish it was yours.