A flash expiring, a mote of fading sparkle, a dim-pulsing and dying organism pouf! a snap of the fingers, a puff of breath, what would you? A pawn in the game of life. Not even a problem. There is no problem in a stillborn babe, nor in a dead child. They never arrived. Nor did Cerberus. Now for a really pretty problem " "But the local color?" I prodded him. "That's right," he replied.
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