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I want to Bereave.
It’s a cool, clear spring night in the village. The last dregs of winter have melted away, and the warm breeze in the air foretells the coming of summer. You feel as though it’s been ages since you’ve had a night like this, where all seems right with the world for a change. The stars shine brilliantly overhead, the moon illuminating the roofs and streets of the humble town. All is quiet and calm, save for the chirping of crickets.
…and that voice… Continue Reading