The girl declared dead half an hour ago forced open her morgue cell and took a deep breath. She suffered from a rare condition that periodically shut down all bodily functions, creating the illusion of death. There were a couple of close shaves before but this one was the closest by far.
She wasn’t out of the woods yet though. As she threw the cold white blanket from her body her intuition made her duck a whooshing sound. The scythe missed her by a whisker. Scrambling to her feet she caught Death, intent on finishing the job.
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