‘Where does it lead?’

‘Wherever you are supposed to be.’

Kevin peered down the road to where it disappeared, enveloped in a thick cloud of mist.

‘That’s not very reassuring,’ he said.

‘That depends. Where do you think you should be?’

Kevin thought back. He had done some good things, he had done some things he regretted. Who hasn’t? He looked at the ethereal young woman who was beckoning him on.

‘You’re sure about this? This isn’t what death looks like, is it?’ The woman certainly didn’t look like Death, the skeletal figure in a black robe depicted throughout history. She was young and quite attractive, with flowing dark locks and dreamy hazelnut eyes. Perhaps that was part of the trap, Kevin mused.

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