For some reason, they didn’t whitewash his mural. They left it.
After his death, his spray cans disappeared, as did a young girl who was sighted at the time and scene of his death. Though she was never seen again - it was generally assumed that she also died - six months later, a new addition to the mural appeared.
It was so small that most people never saw it.
My dearest: I miss you; I love you; I miss you!
I tried to tell you on the night of your death, but I don’t think you heard me.
I am going to name him after you: Ignatius.
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The Last Mural
RomanceThe year is 2200. The government wants complete control of the people. And, as everyone knows, the only way to have complete control is to enforce it. One nineteen year old is tired of being a passive victim. He begins a book collection when books...
