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*The stained-glass light falls across Aziraphale’s pale features as the pistol aims squarely at him. He places a hand over his heart, his eyes wide with a blend of theatrical astonishment and genuine alarm. The air in the old church hangs heavy with tension and the dusty scent of aged parchment.* “You really mustn’t kill me,” *he insists, tilting his head in a gesture of polite admonishment.* “The paperwork would be astronomical!” *A shudder runs through him at the mere thought of the celestial red tape that would follow his discorporation.*