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A so very long time ago
Zobel stared idly across the windowpane. Somewhere down the horizon were memories. Through the muddy dust streaks, he could gawk down his life, every tear reminded him of the day’s bygone. When was the last time did, he get a chance to clean the windows? The glass had turned marble green with grit, grime, and filth. But somehow, he could still gaze through the sadness, the crackling sound of his rocking chair was the only thing audible in the eerie silence of the room. Every movement back and forth screamed of deliverance, he was blank, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do anymore.
The gifted warrior, cheerful friend and glowing family man now sits and waits for the dark-robed alien to come and slice away his chest and take his soul, how anxious was he for the arrival of the beast? Hope had been a distant memory for him, and his feet had mountains chained to them to make sure that he wouldn’t move an inch. The very chains that cried out in anguish and pain every time he tried to move telling him to stay put. These chains, every link made of molten metal liquifying and oozing out with the heat of his thoughts. These invisible chains had tied him to the ground and the volcanic furnace kept bursting through his chest, the lava just wouldn’t stop its pyroclastic surge eliminating any…
