The Funeral Home
My footsteps changed and there upon stood this wide ostensibly simple wooden door which laid open such that I could see the comparatively dim candle lights on the alter.
With my every heart beating sound, I approached cautiously with a rather uncertain foot step towards that alter.
I could not but hold back the feeling of an overwhelming silence lingering within my thoughts.
Before that alter and underneath the shadow of the dancing candle light, this of ours laid there, lifeless; and along with them, had taken away all my strength.
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