The Shadows of Life

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"What brings you to the land of the dead? asked Mortimer, the king of the grim reapers to his son another reaper called the Necromancer.

"Don't be dramatic, it's just a morgue," said the Necromancer his son.

"Did you come to visit your victims?" asked Mortimer, who was in human form like the Necromancer.

"No, I came because I needed your help, Dad," said the Necromancer.

Mortimer pushed up his glasses which were slipping down his perfect nose.

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