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ALTHEAPITY THE LIVING, NOT THE DEAD

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ALTHEA
PITY THE LIVING, NOT THE DEAD

THE FOG WAS ALREADY suffocating, and the only certainty was that it could engulf everything in its path

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THE FOG WAS ALREADY suffocating, and the only certainty was that it could engulf everything in its path.

However, if only it could devour the unbearable pain that Althea Lynch felt, which was eating her soul like a worm inside of a rotten apple. The despair pierced her chest as if someone were slowly tightening a vice around her heart, squeezing out every ounce of hope and leaving behind only an empty void.

The Lynch family cemetery was immense and could certainly accommodate another similar mansion like the family estate. Marble tombs covered its surface, with lit candles everywhere and filled with mold and moss. Insects slid undisturbed, unaware that they were desecrating something as sacred as a grave.

Its aura was neutral; it was not one of those cemeteries where someone would say that these were the portals to all the spirits on Earth. To be more specific, spirits preferred more crowded places. It is clear, that even the entities did not want to be alone in the afterlife.

They say you escape all torment when you take your last breath.

Nonsense, thought Althea.
No one would want to be confronted only with themselves.

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