Upon an otherwise beautiful beach lies the bloodied soldier who, for no other reason than having been ordered to, doth die a shameful and lonely death amongst a thousand other shameful ghosts. They wail and scream silently while silent vigils are held several seas away and silent candles scatter silent shadows in a church that is silent save for one or two confessors.
Meanwhile, half the houses on the block are bathed in the screams of fatherless children.
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