They were not men, nor were they spirits. They looked like silhouettes cut from black construction paper, defined only by the golden light of the ocaso glowing behind them. They were the brokers of endings, the middlemen between the world of the living and the silence that followed.
El proceso de identificación es sencillo pero requiere credenciales previas proporcionadas por la compañía: : Ingrese al Portal del Mediador Ocaso. acceso a mediadores ocaso
"Access to the mediators requires a finality," the figure whispered. The sound was like dry leaves skittering over pavement. "You have the coin. But do you have the will?" They were not men, nor were they spirits
