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With a great thud the stone was thrust into the ground, a marker in Bucharest graveyard, a mark of sorrow and great failure. Kneeling down Micreal withdrew a small knife and began to chisel away, writing words he will never forget. He had done the one thing he swore to himself he would not do, he destroyed a mans freedom, for now and all eternity, took a soul and gave it to be consumed by another. For what? Answers, he got them but it still wasn't worth it, for this act, nothing is.
Standing he withdrew a smoke from his pocket, a quick snap of his fingers was all that was required to set it alight, the smoke dulled the noise, the voices, that which has plagued him for so long and this would be last relief from it. He would not ignore them anymore, if they wished to scream he would allow it and would listen until he heard what they had to say. He would not forget them, as he would not forget his victim. But now, now it was time to act, he has his answers, nothing would falter him anymore. Tossing the smoke to the ground along with the rest of them he turned to walk away. Leaving the marker he had inscribed, the eternal notice to his sin.
"Here lies the memory of a man who had no choice, no option, and no freedom. Always remembered and always mourned.
Jonathon"
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