I saw two figures last night. These figures were more distinct, there was you, my darling, but besides you was your mother. Questions raced through my mind as I tried to reach out for you both. Your calls for me were overwhelming as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I awoke in confusion, paralyzed to my bed, unable to get up. Unable to see or breathe. The smell of death was more present overwhelming my senses causing me to lose consciousness. I pray to thee, please spare me, for I have done all things good, forsaken thou misfortune and swore my oath to the gods power. Spare my life for I have been nothing but a saint of a man, not a single sin touching my skin as I live and breathe. Please spare me. I beg of thee.
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Spiritual[[An old highschool English assignment]] A young family of 35, living in an era of the 1600's face a dreadful fate after their daughter of 8 years old, died. Iphigenia, having been ill of a mysterious disease with no cure, passed off as the flu, pas...
