Written down in the sheet he gave me were the same words I had trembled into his ears the first night we became friends under the full night moon as night surrendered power to day.
Folding the paper into my bag, I let tears give succour to my aching heart. I had become the beast that torments his everyday dreams and a nightmare to his eyes awake.
Reasons were means I could never give to no one. Let the night clouds pour tears and wash the guilt mud that had ashened into my heart. I had committed the very non commitment I accused Solomon of.
Theories shall be written in my stead but yet the fact I hid shall be more myth than the lost city of Atlantis.
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