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    His own abode, where he'd found himself unwilling to exit since Hypnos' sudden disappearance, was sequestered deep in the caves of Tartarus. Hidden as it was, far from the screeching crystals and piles of animated flaming bones or any manner of Underworld Security. The hillside where Sisyphus was once imprisoned lay empty without the Knave King and his igneous companion. Thanatos had done well to carve out a bit of rock into a hill. He'd had more than enough time to dig his home out by hand. He'd opted to build without the use of implements, if only to feel the slivers of sand and silt bury themselves 'neath his nailbeds. If he bled gold ichor as he carved out his own place inch-by-inch, perhaps it was a form of penance though impossibly inadequate for the sin which he knew he would never atone.

    Twins come in pairs. There is he, and there is Hypnos.

    What would the Fates be without all three sisters?

    What is Thanatos free of his burden?


    Few tales are told of Thanatos, whose very name inspires fear and penitence, reminding us of the inevitable fate which we all share. I, however, mean to tell you such a tale. Listen carefully...

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