His bones ached. He had been dead for longer than he had been alive, far longer. Was it finally time to go? He had thought it would have been time many times over.... like that one time with the dragon... and the squid... Yes, he thought, it was time. I can feel it. I see my old friend, in his pale grey robes, right over there. Why don't you ever where something different than grey, hmm? The grey, ghostly figure laughed, and smiled at the old man. "I like grey, what can I say. You didn't change what you wore very often either..." "Go ahead." "You will be remembered." And then he was gone.
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