Anne
Shuddering as she swept the cobwebs away, taking the last step up into the old
one room attic. Pushing her way through the window of time.
Listening to the cries of war, wondering what it was all for.
They were a peaceful people, why would anyone want to make trouble this way.
Hearing the screams, seeing the bodies lying all over the floor, knowing she
could not go to the other side anymore.
The Deed is done and she's all alone,listening to the silence through that old
window of time
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