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“Certainly you must have better things to do on a Tuesday morning than play necromancer.”
I spun around, my feet kicking out from under me and shakily propelling my body upwards. My mouth felt dry but I desperately tried to push words out anyway. All that came out of the confines of my throat was a garbled, choked sob - an ugly noise filled with the frustration and complete despair from just seconds ago because I had been so certain I had just bet my life on nothing.
The man in front of me made no move, just stared owlishly back at me from his post near the doorway as he patiently waited for my reply to take on more than just indecipherable sounds.
The man - he who was Death.