by John Xero
Padraig was a little goblin of a man, wizened and bitter, always preceded by the tap-tap of his cane. He was old - ancient - but his tongue was still spear-sharp and keen as his eyes. His pale, piercing gaze flickered from person to person, scrutinising, judging their heart and soul.
He seemed eternal. Younger folk grew old and died, while Padraig tap-tapped ever onwards.
And in the world beyond this one, there was Padraig, waiting. He would judge folk, and guide them. And sometimes the path wound lazily upwards to light, and sometimes it sloped down, down to lakes of fire.
Author bio: John Xero is not eternal. But that doesn't mean he won't be waiting for you on the other side... Be good.
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