Ink design of the Deathly Hallows symbol, a triangle, circle and vertical line, with ribbon banners reading The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death, shown as a flash drawing.

Deathly Hallows symbol with quote banners

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A drawn design of the Deathly Hallows symbol, a triangle enclosing a circle with a vertical line through it, with three ribbon banners wrapped around the shapes. The banners carry the words The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death in cursive lettering. The black linework is shaded with a warm brown wash on a cream, parchment-style background.

Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Ribbon Banner Quote Text

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Ruth Calloway had worked nights on Ward Four of St Oswin's for nineteen years, and she knew the sound of every trolley wheel in the building. So when a slow tap-tap came up the back stairs at ten past three, she did not look up. Only one visitor ever came up that way, and he never hurried.

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He was a tall man in a coat the colour of wet slate, leaning on a hawthorn stick. 'Is there tea?' he asked, and she made him one in the brown cup with the chipped rim, because that was the rule of the ward. He drank it standing by bed nine, where an old farmer from Brampton was breathing like a bellows. The man looked at the farmer for a long time, then at Ruth, and said he was in no rush. He never was.

'You have been kind to a lot of people tonight,' he said, 'and I am to give you something for it.' He laid three things on the counter: a pebble of pale river stone, a folded length of grey cloth, and the hawthorn stick. The stone, he said, could bring back one face for the length of a breath. The cloak could hide you from any door. Ruth thought of her mother, who had gone in March. She put her hand on the stone, then took it back. 'I'd rather you took him gently when his time comes,' she said. 'That's all I'd ask.'

He smiled as though she had passed a test. 'The last enemy, they say. Written on a banner somewhere. I am only the last thing that comes, Ruth. I do not get to choose the order.' He took the farmer quietly at a quarter past four. When the day staff arrived at seven, they found the brown cup washed and turned upside down on the drainer, and beside it the pebble, which Ruth kept in her apron pocket for the rest of her working life and which was never once warm.