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November 6, 2007

Ted: Destiny

Blind Death was not a man, although he walked in a man's shape. He was created by one of the old gods as a tool, but that old god had long since faded into the aether. Blind Death was cold forged from the center of a dead white dwarf, the most dense substance imaginable.

Blind Death stalked the eight hundred worlds: mission-less and master-less.

Her daughters saw glimpses while they stood sentry, always in the shadows, always at the corners. Never in full day.

She caught him one night, while he slept. She had need of one such as him.

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