Taylor is drowning in Death as he surrounds her. Death, he lingers in the air. He, the final crash of a wave, comes only to consume the living. And even when he does not lay his fleshless hand upon your shoulder – knocking the breath out of you, making your heart stop, stealing your soul – he takes a little piece of you each and every time he shakes the earth. And, Taylor feels as though she has been in a lifelong earthquake. She remembers no time when Death was not present, whispering in her ear, kidnapping her lovers. He rises before dawn only to sleep on her doorstep, awaiting his next victim.
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