A Love Song of Death

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No90

As the battlefield fogged with smoke and the cloying smell of death, I saw the woman walking from body to body as if she were a specter. Only when she passed over me, her eyes alight with a solemnity I had come to know well, did I take a staggered breath.

Her eyes flashed wide, a startled expression coming to her face. “You live,” she said as if the words were a marvel.

“For the moment,” I said with some effort.

“Then I suppose you have a choice.”

“A choice?”

“You can come with me or breathe your last here.”

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