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[no_justice]

There is a skeleton at the Bar, clothed in a robe of Absolute Dark and accompanying by a scythe so sharp it glows blue where the very atoms of the air are being split - if it were open.

The scythe is folded shut and leans against the Bar. The robe's hood is pushed back and the shiny white cranium shines under the bar's lighting.

He's eating a curry.

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[no_justice]

I've been coming here for some years now, Death says reproachfully, like it's not his fault he hasn't been seen.

[a1enzo]

Enzo gives an apologetic sort of shrug. "Me, too. It's a busy place."