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Cower brief mortals, for lo, Death himself has arrived in the Bar at the end of the universe.
The Pale Rider is sitting at a table near the edge, affording him a view of the bar, with a wide spread of Klatchian spicy food in front of him.
He's also looking around for a napkin, because he had chutney on his fingers.
The Pale Rider is sitting at a table near the edge, affording him a view of the bar, with a wide spread of Klatchian spicy food in front of him.
He's also looking around for a napkin, because he had chutney on his fingers.