As the Sand Falls

I watch the sand trickle softly downwards. “So I’m really going to die?”
“Uh-huh.” The cloaked man in the corner said absently, looking at the knick-knacks on my library shelves.
“This is the part when you tell me you’re kidding.”
“Really? Sorry, I’m unversed in mortal slang.” Death said, taking the hourglass. “Well, let’s go.”

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