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I stood on the precipice of death.
Below me was a deep, wide canyon. The bottom of the canyon held the rage of a swollen river. The sharp boulders and spray from the water told me its anger was great, but I didn’t hear a sound of its fury. My feet teetered into oblivion. I shifted. A few pieces of earth crumbled and fell into the abyss. The small pebbles were swallowed by the raging waters. I would be no more noticed by those waters.
Around me was a desolate, blackened wasteland. It stretched for miles to the far distant, rocky mountains. I was alone.
Or so I thought. A noise behind me caught my attention. Footsteps. I spun around. Ten feet from me stood Mortale. He was half-turned to me. His head was bowed and his eyes were shut. He wore the same red overcoat with th
