by Brad Beals
"Here comes another," said the angel to the one beside him. The two sat on a hillside. A path—not steep but so very long that neither could see the bottom end of it—ran up the hill, past the bench on which the angels sat, up and up until it disappeared over the top. And beyond that were the very gates of Heaven itself.
"He's a strong one, from the looks of him," answered the second angel.
The angels were watching a young man in his prime climbing the hill. But it was not long before they could see that he was not moving with the easy step that one expects of the young and strong.
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