I am Death's Highway.
I am the writhing boiling blackness that leads to Hades
that snakes through the darkest dreams of all souls.
I am darker than Night at his darkest.
My shores are littered with the hapless souls of the damned.
My waters are cold as Death himself,
filled with the knocking and clicking of drifting bones.
I am The Shrieking River, the gate to damnation, the final journey.
None escape my grasp, and none return from my headwaters.

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