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 Death stood, apprising the people who stood at his gate. His dark hood hid not only his features, but his expression. His stance held no judgment, yet those who stood before him knew he was there to place them in their afterlife. Death stood, first studying the young man before him. John Wilde was, at first glance, nothing particularly interesting. His brown hair was cut bluntly over muddy eyes. He was of ordinary build, if slightly pudgy. However, what one couldn’t tell on first glance was exactly how sick he was. John Wilde was a murderer, plain and simple. He had spent his life cloistered in an orphanage and had gone insane when