The Reaper didn't respond. Instead, he reached out with a bony hand and gently touched her forehead. Ava felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and suddenly, visions began to flood her mind.
Ava nodded, a sense of understanding settling within her. As she turned to leave, The Reaper's voice stopped her.
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In a world where mortality was a mere suggestion, the figure known as The Reaper stood as a constant reminder of the inevitability of death. With a hood that cast a shadow over his face and a scythe that shone like the moon, he roamed the land, collecting souls and guiding them to the afterlife.
The Reaper's gaze lingered on hers, and for a moment, Ava felt like he saw right through her. "I am not the one who takes life," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I merely guide it to its next destination. I am the bridge between worlds, the ferryman of the soul." The Reaper By RuNyx EPUB PDF - OceanofPDF.com
As the visions faded, Ava found herself back in the mortal realm, standing before The Reaper. This time, she saw something in his eyes – a glimmer of sadness, of compassion.
Ava smiled, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the words. She knew that she would carry The Reaper's presence with her always, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that governed the world. The Reaper didn't respond
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"Why do you do this?" Ava asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ava nodded, a sense of understanding settling within her
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