A Curse
Brought out of the dark by a terrible soul, only to be put back by the demon that said all was well. Said to be once a great mind, but lived through a trouble so great only one fell hard. And so the troubles went their ways and layered the society to their graves. Til light shines through Heaven's golden windows, thy who says these words comes shall come home once again.
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