Carrying a sack on your shoulder, you walk across a sandy turf towards something or someone in the middle of no where. You’ve been walking for days, and you’re becoming delirious. You start to see someone a couple of yards ahead of you, sticking out a hand: it’s a demon, but dressed as someone who has always loved you. Will you accept the hand in faith that no harm will come, or deny it’s help and march on to meet Death?
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