by Guido Norman
Every young boy has, at some point, dreamed of wielding a scythe. For Zed… today was that day. He didn’t draw the sword.He had no need for a wand. No. There was only ever one weapon he would choose. Rise up, young Scythemaster. The world might just need you.
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