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    dots Submission Name: Gretulan 2nd sectiondots
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    Author: faded color
    ASL Info:    18/M/That one place
    Elite Ratio:    2.93 - 36/32/37
    Words: 691
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    Today was spent as it will be for the next few days. Skinning, removing bones, and mending those whom did survive. I am currently working on a hanging piece that will hold candles which will provide light for the entire church. It was left in peace during most of the battle; bandits did enter at one point, but fled in horror at my work. Guess I am worth something after all. My next project is to cover the place in a mural of bones. Spirals of bone and flesh will fill the walls. I am beginning to grow accustomed to dealing with the dead, quite nice actually. The damned and the holy, working together to appease us in some shape, form, or fashion. Although the skinning does get to me sometimes, those bodies do a lot of rotting before I get to them sometimes, and when I puncture the skin often pools of maggots and waste will come flowing out. The stench is somewhat appealing though. Iíve grown to like my work. The King issued an order today to clear the place where I go to relax. The ruins are to be cleared, flattened, and removed from existence. I am to be one of the ones to help. I will go there one last time tomorrow before they start to spend my time in solitude, then I will go and try to find another place. He wants it removed because he claims it haunts him of the night. Probably his conscience, sorry old fool. Well, I am going to turn in for the night, until tomorrow, good night.
    I spent today at the ruins. Desolate, alone, surrounded by nothing, peaceful. To be one with something has become a thing of the past. They also started early on clearing the stone. They where able to remove one fourth of the ruble, the smallest part of ruble. I am to lead the excavation tomorrow, so I will be there early to go over the plans with the leader of the church. I have failed to see why people call him a priest, by my standards, he is just as wicked as the one before, that now lies were the old church lies. I am starting to feel very different right now. Actually, I have been all day. I cannot explain it entirely, but it is like a vibration inside of my body. A pulse if you will, but not my pulse. I am probably just getting sick. I knew it only to be a matter of time before I to ended up like my artwork. Nothing can be done, you just have to be lucky, and the only luck we see here is bad. Maybe I just need rest. This ends my entry for tonight. Good bye.
    I awoke this morning feeling much better than I did the night before. Had some strange dreams, but thatís nothing probably. I helped with some of the cleaning today, but something strange happened. As we were cleaning, some stones fell across on the other side where no one was. After everyone left, I went to check it out. When I got there, I could see part of a box. I moved what I could, uncovered the top of it, and opened it with a shovel I had. There was a book, a robe, and a walking stick. Beautiful designs, but I had seen them beforeÖthe priest! Before he was killed, I seen him wearing those garments! But these didnít look evil at all. So I picked them up, and as soon as I did, I began hearing footsteps and whispers. I took the items in my hand, and ran home. I hid these things under my own clothing, and when I got home, I put these things under my bed, ate, and began writing. I do not wish to tamper with them until I have a better understanding of them. I would like to read just a little of the book though. Maybe a few pages wouldnít hurt.




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