Crossed different borders. Lived in different countries. Heard many stories and got lost in their darkness - still seeking the light in them.
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Stories by LostPilgrim71
What We Owe the Unnamed Dead
Twelve victims. No names. No records. A city that chose not to see. But something won't let them to be forgot...
The seventh toss
It will find you when it's your time. You will be asked seven times. And you will meet your judgment