The old church crouched on the corner, ignored. Dawn light crept into the chapel, filtering through dozens of tiny panes of stained glass. The workshop was once a nave, but the only worship now was that of the bald old man hunched over the form of a young lady on a table. There was a
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That night, in bed, I asked her what she wanted. “I want to go on like this, forever.” She said. “Please don’t wake up. I don’t want to die again.”
Screeching
Shrieking
Howling
Whipping
Wind tears at my flesh
Rocks tear at my fists
