Death had eaten breakfast and taken a cup of coffee to enjoy the bright morning sunshine on the southeast side of the compound. Sitting with her back to the wall, she enjoyed the growing heat and rising humidity as the jungle exhaled its morning breath into the island air. The day was alive with the singing of bugs and the calls of birds and Death
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From the back the figure's head was unfamiliar, but the posture was not.
"It's a pretty morning, isn't it?" she asked, her steps slowing as she came to sit beside Death.
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