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Archangel Azrael # 3

“Most humans are afraid of the Angel of Death,” he said.

Maggie tilted her head slightly.

“But I’m not.”

He watched her for a moment.

“Then there is no need for me to be anything you would fear.”

A pause settled between them.

“I appear as I am needed,” he added quietly.

“Or perhaps… as I am expected.”

What we meet is very often shaped by what we believe we are meeting.

From a conversation in The Pilgrims' Way Cafe