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“The wick, it withers, said the man.

John Thomas sat watching the candle burn. He went to a seer who interpreted his dream.

The man cried out, “The vision was clear, my death is imminent.”

He remained awake, tending the flame to keep it from extinguishing.

“How can I forestall my end when Death has shown it to me so clearly?” he asked.

The moon cast its silver light on the room’s window panes.

“Time, I need more time. The Dark One will come for me after the moon has set. He will take me to the sunless lands,” muttered the man.

Each hour that passed caused the man’s heart to beat faster. His breathing increased as well.

“The moon sets, won’t be long now. The wick is spent,” said John as he intently gazed upon the flicker of the flame.

As dawn neared, the last bit of flame faded, and the room was silent.

John Thomas was found dead by the cleaning lady the following morning. His face was contorted as though he had seen death itself.

“The poor bugger died of fright,” said the physician.

The man servant noticed that one of the window panes had a small crack in it.

“Those darn owls always flying into windows. I wonder if that’s what scared Mr. Thomas to death,” said the servant.

John Thomas’s death remained a mystery to most. But not to the seer.

“Mr. Thomas foresaw his death, and like so many of us, did not question his vision. It is unfortunate he did not ask if he could change his fate,” the seer said, laying a lily on the casket.

“I would have said yes,” said the man as he walked away.

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