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Silence

 Great souls suffer in silence. I was certain that this was the reason behind our curse. Only despair and memories could fill the void of the absolute quiet.  Such stillness offered anything but peace. Here, remembering became suffering. And it was through this wicked form of perversion that we continued to exist. Shrouded in darkness, we lived in the absence of light. Unable to forget; the agony of our souls haunted our senses.  Yet we waited, waited with beating heart...
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