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The real reason behind declining newspaper circulation numbers
Many years ago, there was a man in Bathsheba who went to market. Among the throng he saw Death, dressed in black and as pale as the moon that grows thin. Death made a gesture, and the man fled, and rode his horse to Samarra. Another man approached Death, whose dress was dark as the sea at night and his face was as pale as a grave on a frosty night.