Death was tired, that just goes without saying really. It was a full moon and this always played havoc with his old bones. Shivering he crossed the moors alone and weary. As he crossed the horizon …he is Death and if he wants to cross an horizon I am not going to stop him are you ? he cursed his job.
As he hobbled on he was truly regretting that he had allowed his apprentice to have the night off and take his horse out for a ride. Death pondered once again the pros and cons of upgrading to a car or a helicopter but the last time he had mentioned this to the man upstairs he had been told in no uncertain terms that scary horses were, what was expected and scary horses it would remain for himself and his three apocalyptic brothers.
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