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He collapses first, his grip around you loosening and his head sinking to your shoulder. His wound and weariness have taken their due toll, and you shift to take his weight so he doesn't fall to the unforgiving rock. Instead, you lie him down carefully, giving the appearance of mere slumber. Growing faint, you lie down alongside. When the mountain shakes yet again, you wonder why this had to be the story's end. Surely he deserves a peaceful passing, after all he's endured.
You grasp his hand tenderly and close your eyes. He's gone and, as ever, you will follow.
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