It lingers like a time of death clock ticking slowly in a hospital room, a boney hand lingering over the face of the dying; it's a fain't whisper of trembling sobs choked back as the funeral ends and the storm pores; it's the ghostly presence in the living room as you grieve that you never noticed; it's Death's final comforts to the living, a promise to see them in their final hours to reunite the loved ones in a world renewed.

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