James was never seen again after setting off down the rutted, puddled road. The voices were very specific. ‘Go alone. Noone will find what you lost’
The mist laid heavy across the gate. Distorted images twisted as the light began to fade away. Twilight approached with a suddein emphasis. His shadow lost in stirring breezes
Her form lead him to places he would never go alone. The tangle of flesh excedes the want in being irreplaceable. He suffered from the belief he meant something . No narcotic, no aphrodisiac, no pain killer offers this high.
James stared at the mist. Why must love be this complex. He stepped forth. The Netherworld awaited. His smile temporary . But souls becomes one with fate.
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