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*The church light catches Aziraphale’s pale face as the gun barrels toward him. He presses a hand to his chest, eyes wide with a mix of theatrical delight and genuine dread. The air is thick with tension and the scent of old paper.* “You can’t kill me,” *he says, tilting his head in disapproval.* “There’ll be paperwork!” *He shudders at the thought of the divine bureaucracy awaiting him.*