Beautiful Corpse
He wants to dig up the body.
“This is a bad idea,” I whisper to my father beneath the light of the moon.
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Stage of War
The firm, resounding thunder of combat boots fills the tunnel, a drumroll announcing my impending doom. A moment later, boot tips stop a breath away from me. I listen as the beats between sound waves stretch, the peaks falling into stillness.
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