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MMage walked home through the fog, rubbing his bruised neck. He knew that touching it would make it hurt more, but he had to convince himself he wasn't dreaming.

MMage tripped over a root that was lying in plain sight, but hidden by the dense fog. If it wasn't for this damned mist. MMage wanted lash out at it, fight it, but it was only mist. You can't fight a mist, you just let it surround you until you become a part of it, and then it goes away if you're lucky.

MMage heard footsteps around him. He stopped. A whisper came out of the fog surrounding him.

"Che Dio vi pietà."

MMage spun around, but there was nobody there. Just the fog, silent as ever.

MMage barely even felt the knife plunged into him from behind.

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"Is he dead?"

"Maybe."

"Try epinephrine, that will get his heart working again."

"Thrombolytics will work better. Trust me."

"Epinephrine!"

"Thrombolytics!"

MMage closed his eyes for the last time, leaving his agony behind.

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