And every day I go walking through the town square, y’know that tiny little market place we used to buy coffee in every morning before sitting on the edge of the marble fountain. Only now its a place of remembrance instead of love. Children don’t dance on the cool cobblestone at the sight of autumn’s changing leaves and friends just don’t seem to get along anymore. It’s all rubble and ash from the day the sky fell, and I know you didn’t mean to, but you ruined this beautiful home for all the souls to
come and you trapped so many hopeful ghosts within the falling brick. It’s such a shame you are gone as well, because the story sounds so much better when it can be told right, instead of by the buyers of Time and the sellers of forgotten Faith.
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