She let her mind wander from the moment. Experience told her that the evening would still end the same. Ever since she found herself in this supernatural role, the man would die. At first, she remembered how it used to bother her. Time, however, had worn away the last of any emotion. She used to measure her days with seasons, but she found she measured her immortality with historical events. Even in the final act of collecting souls, the world continued to unfold around her. Unable to remember her exact origins, her mind returned to her latest victim.
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“This evening won’t be ending as you may have hoped,” Cora interrupted. “Shall I cut to the chase?”
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“What?,” the man replied.
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“No offense, but it’s time for you to go.”
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She willed the dark mist formed around the unlucky suitor. As his world grew dark, he staggered away and fell to the floor. A few patrons rushed to his side, while shouts of calling an ambulance rang out. Cora quietly stepped away from her handiwork, and slipped outside.