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It was nearing fall, the summer’s sun was still hanging heavily in the eastern skies, the heat was beating down upon the small town of Rizen like a giants fist dealing out pain. The only living thing outside was an old dog as it baked in the sun too old and tired to move knowing what all things his age knows. Death walk these streets, his eyes could no longer see and long ago had they grew white, he was now blind to the things around him. But his sense of smell and hearing were still in their prime, it was just creeping past high noon, the time of day when the sun was the most unmerciful to anything its radiant rays touched. Old dog breathed in and out with each outwards puff of air his breath kick up a cloud of dust as he laid in his half dug hole if anyone had cared they would had thought he had dug it to get out of the sun’s deadly heat. But actually he had half dug his own grave.
The soft whispers of a footstep coming down the dirt