Symptoms Of Decay
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Yet some nay differ, the death of a soul outweighs the death of a body. For Mordecai it did not matter. His body was just a corpse on in hopes that tomorrow would the day things go his way, yet he's in a state of decay. Read as Mordecai goes through the story of a young boy who had to do everything wrong to protect everything he felt was right. Slowly as the world turns against him he feels his actions weigh on him more and more and his consequences get worse and worse. He has the pleasure of walking with living feet but also has to deal with the agony of carrying on with a broken soul.
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