Death held out his hand and released the butterflies towards the sky.

“Do you fear me?” He asked.

The girl paused for a moment and watched the butterflies flutter upwards before looking at him. “No, I'm not afraid.”

Death smiled, “Good, because there's nothing to fear here.”

  “What is here?”

  “The crosswalk between the realms. You are neither dead nor living here.” He pointed his scythe outward and motioned the girl to follow.

  “I like it here,” she said walking besid...

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