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DeathThe shadows lengthen as the sun goes down in the Sonoran Desert. The shrubs part and let Death through, <follow me> it says.
"No", I reply, and walk away.
I spin away when I feel its bony hand grab my shoulder. I walk away.
I make it six paces before the handle of its scepter blocks my way, <follow me> it says.
"Ok" I reply, and follow.
We walk through the desert for five minutes without talking. It points to a freshly dug hole in the ground: <enter>
"I followed you out here, but I will not go in there. I know who you are."
There is no perceptible response. Then it says <enter>
I turn and walk away and make it two paces before it appears in front of me.
"I will go in if you go first", I respond. It pauses to consider.
Death must not be negotiable. This is a mistake. I grab the scepter from the trainee, dispatch it, and push it in the hole.
I walk back to the start mark and wait for the next trainee. Finding a replacement will take time.