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The newest arrival looked around, having learned about the place by mental transfer, not spoken word; but real words seemed the only appropriate response, now.

‘No, this is horrible; let me go back.’

‘Go back?! You can’t do that. You’re dead; and you pledged your soul to me.’
‘But this isn’t what I expected; not what we agreed.’

The reply was laughter: loud, resounding and hollow.

‘Expected? Agreed? Do you think you have the right, to judge and choose? It is I and I alone who decides your destiny. For I am Christ; and your soul is mine for eternity.’

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    S J Gunn almost 7 years ago

    Loved it Tim! Well done. And there was me thinking it was the man below, not the man above! :-)

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    Max almost 7 years ago

    Me too! :-)

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