I'm dying. I'm dying because of guilt. Guilt to the people in the valley below. Maybe I should start over so you understand what I'm talking about. I'm a local healer, a good one, and the people love me. But I do not truly heal wounds, merely transfer them.They call me The Savior. The people of the valley below know me under another name...Death. Some might think of it as ironical, Death, dying because of guilt. Of all the things in the world that can kill you, it had to be guilt. But as they say "as you make your bed, so you must lie on it" and I guess they're right. i decided that I didn't want to give someone else the wounds. I decided to put them on myself. And now I'm dying. I know that someone new will take over but at least it won't be me. So that's a win I guess.
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Really short but at least it's something.
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