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The After-End -#7
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2021-11-16 00:12:24He took the liberty to burry the bushman's body, placing the spear he had used to kill the brute as a marking. He continued on his journey. Finally, he found himself getting closer to the Grand Master's abode. He came across a camp filled with tents surrounded by a long pointed bulwark. Many Soldiers in the GrandMaster uniform matched around the camp-keeping guards. As he moved closer, he noticed the two hefty Archers that had been pursuing him and also killed his sister. He tailed them as they entered a tent. After a long while, they came out again. They look different but he couldn't understand why. He continued to monitor the camp activities in hope of seeing his daughter. As he started to doze off, a loud cry from the camp sent away his slumber. He noticed a man struggle with some soldiers. He was cruelly beaten, his face bashed as he continued to accommodate their beatings. More soldiers watch on captivated by the man's resilience to withstand th
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Tramping slowly as if intoxicated through a maze of wall dry creeping growth hang on the wall. She walked barefooted to hide away the sounds her footstep may give. Her heavy sign echoed through the wall. Walking aimlessly with no sense of direction, a faint cry alerted her of impending danger. A little girl appeared in the shadows. She stretched forth her tiny hands. She saw that they were stained with blood."Where are your parents?" She asked moving cautiously towards her."Helpme," she said moving backward into the shadow creating a means to make her a bit as she follows. Hearing the heavy stump of feet behind her was not enough to divert her attention."Sholay, I'm here don't go" Laura dressed in a bright blue pantsuit shouted to get her attention but it was of no help.Finally, Sholay got close to the little girl. She could feel her heart beating in fright by the second. Her eyes scanned her surroundings trying to pay attention to where she was.
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She parked the car. The gentle rippling click of the key turning away from the ignition was crisp into the silence. For a brief moment, she waited feeling at the stillness. Clustered on the summit of the towering mound, the fractured rooftop of the old church hovered on the hill. Poised in the cloud-like a rubbled dust-drenched lighthouse beacon. She stood watching, puzzled by a heart-stopping sense of loss vaguely troubled. She saw the house adjacent to the old church, the one Mr. Joe had told her was his. Grabbing her luggage, she paused outside for a moment to take in the cool breeze. From somewhere in the old church, a bell began to toll on. She glanced towards the sound. The bell had a tower above it. It made the church look like an ancient house with a chimney. Remembering she had come with a camera, she took out from her car and began to snap pictures. The melancholy resonance echoed through the hills. Seeping through her tired body.The overcast of rolling clouds
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