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  • Death came slowly upon Echo. It crept in at the edges and before he knew it he'd surrendered. He wasn't sure just how it came about. There was a sound that grew immensely between his ears. It grew and it became silence. The loudest and most frightening. At his wits end Echo faced a huge dark silent nothing. And then... a door. Ornate and tall as a building standing. Its edges twirled and morphed. Its hinges opened outward and its hinges shone gold.
    "How could I be dead?" Echo remarked.
    Then the doors began to open.
    Light, lots of light spilled from the doorway and little Echo became everything. Every ripple. The breeze. A sound in a flute. The flute itself. The moon itself! and every other nothing he'd never dreamt of. He smiled. Entered...and the doors shut.
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