#inktober2020writersedition
I kneeled down and bowed before a crumbling gravestone. The wind blew, and I turned towards the bone white candles that flickered around me. A stormy shadow crawled out and dragged its body out of the grave until its hand could caress my cheek. My soul flowed out like fog.
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