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These people were on the ball.
Turning the corner she found what she was looking for. A funeral pyre
smoldered away, billowing black smoke high into the air. The wind changed
direction for a second. Wrinkling her nose she tried to breathe through her
mouth. Humans smelt bad enough when cremated, but Ghouls were even worse.
She didn t need to count the bodies on the pyre. Five silver lines fed straight
into what she was looking for. Five souls, the ones belonging to the remains on
the pyre, stood waiting for her. Standing in a nice little line, ready and waiting
for her to reap them.
Used to the drill Andy took a deep breath, and let her spirit slip into the
Shade. The layer between life and the afterlife, it was where the souls waited for
a Reaper to come along and send them into the afterlife.
The world changed hue, painted in shades of black and grey. There was no
color here, no life to speak of, and the truly alive couldn t enter this place. She
looked over her shoulder at the figures on the wall watching her. To them she
would appear to be looking at the pyre. She could step bodily into the Shade if
she had to, but figured that would freak them out too much if she just
disappeared.
As it was, they wouldn t see her reach around and under her pack, drawing
the twin sickles sheathed there with practiced movements. A good thing, because
she didn t fancy being hit with enough lead to drop a rhino. She d only had this
jacket a couple of weeks, and the last thing it needed was ventilation.
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