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... determined. "Not one fucking thing."
The Death’s figure didn’t move at first. Then came a low, hollow laugh—cold, mocking, as if echoing from the grave of time itself.
"Regret," the being said, "is for those who believed they had a choice."
He stepped forward, his robes flowing like smoke behind him.
"You speak of will as though it is your own. But what is man’s will, Julian Easvil?"
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"A flicker of rebellion ...
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