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Cerberus didn’t fully understand about time, but he knew he had been guarding the gate for a long amount of it. In the beginning the river was just a little trickle and the dead who came to cross were few. They saw him and were afraid. They thought he would tear them with his claws and sting them with his tail, or worse - devour them with his three mouths. But he would not. The dead were free to pass through the gate, he was there to stop them if they tried to come back out. Nobody tried to escape during those days. They knew he was too powe...
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Mary took another sip from her wine glass eyeing her husband across the table. Thomas, of course, was looking at his phone. The sickly electric light reflected off his face, putting a spotlight on his aging jowls. “I thought it was your favourite?” she asked. “Hmm?” Thomas looked up, finally acknowledging that she was there. “The salmon.” she said, gesturing at his barely touched plate. “I thought it was your favourite. Is there something wrong with it?” Mary knew there was nothing wrong with the salmon. “Oh. It’s fine. I guess I’ve just los...
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