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Fri'it gathered what remained of his dignity.
"I know you," he said. "I have faced you many times."
Death gave him a long stare.
NO YOU HAVEN'T.
"I assure you-”
YOU HAVE FACED MEN. IF YOU HAD FACED ME, I ASSURE YOU . . . YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN.
"But what sooner or later, you reached the place when the inevitable just went and waited.
And this was it.
Fri'it stepped through the glow into a desert. The sky was dark and pocked with large stars, but the black sand that stretched away to the distance was nevertheless brightly happens to me now?"Death shrugged.DON'T YOU KNOW? he said, and disappeared."Wait!"Fri'it ran at the wall and found to his surprise that it offered no barrier. Now he was out in the empty corridor. Death had vanished.And then he realized that it wasn't the corridor he remembered, with its shadows and the grittiness of sand underfoot.That corridor didn't have a glow at the end, that pulled at him like a magnet pulls at an iron filing.You couldn't put off the inevitable. Because