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Chapter 7 - .:7:.

I keep dreaming you will drag me from these cold walls once again,

Your warm torchlight cutting through the black rot clinging to my bones.

But the City keeps sealing my ribs into its shape,

And while I sink further into the gaping mouth of forevermore,

And the rot dripping from its tongue and swirling itself into my lungs.

And I know, somewhere beyond these walls,

you are lifting your light for another,

a new chosen one whose bones will hold it cleanly,

whose throat will not bark,

whose hands will not let go.

Oh, I am sure that boy is everything I was supposed to be.

Thus once more began the night.

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