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The Last Death 100 Drabbles #2


Outside these walls the sun never sets. Swinging back and forth through thin ashy clouds like a thrubile in church. Whose hand is on the chain, holding up the sun, Isaac could not say for sure.

It’s narrow cast shadows flicker on the surrounding desert like a candle against a wall. It’s unforgiving heat burning the sins of countless yesterdays. To Isaac, this whole world felt like a church undone.

In this last city, out of reach of the sun and it’s holder, we hadn’t learned our lessons. Confession was the last thing on anyone's mind here.

Except Isaac’s…Except Isaac.

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    VerityAlways over 2 years ago

    Really like the scenes you've captured!

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