She looked into the room where a woman was lying on the bed she’d shared with her husband for decades. He was next to her, holding her hand and stroking her now cold cheek. Her children and grandchildren were gathered round at the foot of the bed, seeking comfort and solace in each other. Her best friend, as grey and wrinkled as she’d become, was there; strong; helping hold everyone together. The lady wore a smile.
The one at the door turned to the cloaked figure carrying a scythe next to her and whispered, “Thank you. I am ready now.”
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