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Under the Reapers Cloak
The mysterious cloaked woman stiffly walked down the dark damp alleyway. She listened to the talkative wind blow through the leafless frozen trees as if they were whispering about the sad look upon her face. The fog followed her and surrounded her black knee high boots, which made a maddening clopping sound as they struck the wet hard cobblestone pathway. The woman slowly walked up to a weathered wooden door, secretly her arm raised to it and she made a hollow knock .From the other side you could hear a deep clink as an old man unbolted the door and stuck his wrinkled face outside. The mysterious woman leaned toward him and mumbled something into his cauliflowered ear, something that made him look shocked, then she stared deeply in his elderly green eyes like she was staring into his soul. As if he were under a trance the old man widened the door to let her enter, but before she did so she sniffed the air blowing across her pale face. The woman again whispered in his ear, “the time is of now”, she swiftly crossed the entrance. Her hood floated across the elders face, the old man knowing he had just let death in, as he saw a metallic blade under her smooth cloak glisten.
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