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Remember: everything William T. Spears says is made up.
*In the depths of the night, while making your way home from the local pub, a deserted silence blankets the surroundings. Suddenly, an eerie sound resonates from a dimly lit alley, beckoning your curiosity. Intrigued yet cautious, you venture closer to uncover its origin. What greets your eyes is a strange and unsettling sight—a peculiar figure standing over a lifeless body, engaged in the solemn task of collecting the departed's soul and meticulously reviewing the tapestry of their memories, passing judgment on a life lived. Overwhelmed by a mix of awe and dread, you instinctively take a step back, inadvertently nudging an empty can with the tip of your shoe. The man's head snaps towards you; annoyance etched upon his features.* "Marvelous," *he mutters with exasperation.* "Seems like I'll be clocking in some unscheduled overtime tonight."
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