"There are different gates of death before you reach the final gate." She puts the bell away, careful to ensure it doesn't ring, and turns to face him, leaning against the table. "Nine precincts. Nine gates before the final gate. Each one more and more difficult to traverse, but I've been doing it since I was a child. I can...feel it here, strangely enough. The barrier between life and death."
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Date: 2020-06-21 12:35 pm (UTC)