you don't recover from a night like this

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She knelt on the soft dirt, barely noticing as the dampness seeped through the fabric of her dress. Slender fingers brushed away the dirt as she peered through the protruding roots. The trees had taken over here – claiming anything in their paths and hiding head stones beneath them. Her crimson gaze fell over the crumbled remains of one such marker, and she sighed when the foreign symbols were something she couldn’t decipher.



She slowly drifted towards the iron gate, staring up at the letters that spelled out Queen of Piety Cemetery. To her, it looked like nothing more than an intricate pattern and she admired it in a silence, before turning to lay her eyes across the expanse of the grave site. In the evening light she could barely make out a black figure against the monochromatic head stones. She had a feeling that her presence had been detected long before she had even realized she wasn’t entirely alone with the ghosts of the past.

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