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It lay in front of me, pristine. Old, yet clean. The smell of ancient paper carried itself to my nose. I haven't bothered looking around. I have been in this church before. It's old, and beautiful. But their bible is better, ancient and mysterious.
It hurt, the darkness. It seeped in at the edges, filling my eyes with black. The pain of a black soul, of a black heart, it was too much. The darkness was there, the light wasn't, and neither was I.
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