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Thursday, 18 October 2007
04:38:19 PM (GMT)
Lynn jogged back to the city and smelled the air.
It smelled of honeysuckles, of life, of joy, of...

The skeletal figure drifted towards the kid with the weird shoes. Time (the kid with
the weird shoes) waved at him and shouted, "Oi, Thane! You hungry?"
Thane tried to ignore the overwhelmingly ironic aura that seemed to engulf them both.

He was a skeleton. No stomach, you see.
Time snarfed down his sandwitch and swallowed slowly.
"I don't feel hunger, Risk," Death said in an extremely annoyed tone of voice,"And
you don't either."
Risk flashed a humongous smile at him and laughed, "Almost makes you wish you were
human, eh?"
They stared at each other in silence. 
Risk checked his overly large hourglass and whistled, "whooo! My, does time fly!" and
with that, the wings on his strange sandals flapped and carried him away.
Thane watched him go with a sort of melancholy look in his eyes-which were actually
deep holes because, well, he's a skeleton- and mounted his white horse, Mortimer,
"Leaving so soon?"
Death turned quickly around and found a tall adolescent boy standing there with his
head cocked to the side. Death grinned at him and waved,
"Good luck here, it's a dump. Won't find anyone worthy."
The boy smirked at him and said, "We'll see."
With that, Death galloped away.
The boy put on an ornate black mask and ran to the slums of the City of Pearls.
The sound of the Gaian composer Mozart's 25th symphony followed in his wake.

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