Day 4: Dead Ringer
This tall gentleman moves with hushed steps over grave grass and cold moss. He grins gently as he comes to everyone like an old friend. Even if his plans to visit are years away, everyone hears his distant bells ringing like rain in the distance.
I’m usually not so dark. I guess I’ll say this is my tribute to Neil Gaiman, my favorite author.
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