36″the town was silent not a person insight. then a a kind voice whispers "my child" a voice that sounded like your mothers. you persued the voice till you stood infront of a church. a man in white stood atop the churches spire. he stayed silent. walking as if on air towards you every step whispers of those left behind got louder. memories of regret flash with every foot step. it felt like it was prying into your mind and soul. then in a voice that sounded like many it spoke " hear me child "
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