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The Immortal
"There are only four people in the world who keep the secret of immortality. One lives in a remote village at Tibet, unreachable but by the purest spirits. Another one wanders by the most desolated places, trying in vain to commit suicide, a mutilated creature praying for a pathetic end. The third one, as you well know, is you," I said, pointing to the rack where I had tied the Immortal.
"What do you want? My secret?" said the Immortal, struggling against the ropes.
"No, no, you don’t understand." I said, smiling. "I am the fourth one. I just want to have a good time with you. A very, very long time, of course."
