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Vincent"Make new friends he said. It'll be fun, he said."
The cemetery was quiet as Vincent tended to the graves. It was his most beloved pastime; taking care of the final resting place of those he'd befriended. People were much more lively after they were dead. Of course, most of the people in the faith's cemetery had passed on. To what, Vincent wasn't sure. Many of the ghosts who would speak to him told him of a bright light that called to them like a siren's song, but for some reason or another, they weren't ready to leave.
In fact, Vincent's best friend was among the dead in the cemetery. Former caretaker of the oldest tree in town. He had planted that tree and helped it grow strong. Vincent often lamented how lucky Josevet was to have died before the faith came. If the Great Father had seen the was their old tree was grown, the poor thing would have been burned to purify it from the devil's work that had created it.
Vincent climbed to the top of the rocky hill where he saw a figure that only he could see. Josevet awaited Vincent and quickly began to whisper things, only Vincent could hear. He, like many of the ghosts, hade worlds of stories to tell. Today, though, he told Vincent one thing in particular: the profit's son was his tree's newest caretaker and the boy tended for the tree in the same manor Josevet used to. After some gentle urging, Vincent left the graveyard and made his way towards the town tree, hoping to find the young caretaker and pass a message on from his deceased friend.
Vincent"Make new friends he said. It'll be fun, he said."
The cemetery was quiet as Vincent tended to the graves. It was his most beloved pastime; taking care of the final resting place of those he'd befriended. People were much more lively after they were dead. Of course, most of the people in the faith's cemetery had passed on. To what, Vincent wasn't sure. Many of the ghosts who would speak to him told him of a bright light that called to them like a siren's song, but for some reason or another, they weren't ready to leave.
In fact, Vincent's best friend was among the dead in the cemetery. Former caretaker of the oldest tree in town. He had planted that tree and helped it grow strong. Vincent often lamented how lucky Josevet was to have died before the faith came. If the Great Father had seen the was their old tree was grown, the poor thing would have been burned to purify it from the devil's work that had created it.
Vincent climbed to the top of the rocky hill where he saw a figure that only he could see. Josevet awaited Vincent and quickly began to whisper things, only Vincent could hear. He, like many of the ghosts, hade worlds of stories to tell. Today, though, he told Vincent one thing in particular: the profit's son was his tree's newest caretaker and the boy tended for the tree in the same manor Josevet used to. After some gentle urging, Vincent left the graveyard and made his way towards the town tree, hoping to find the young caretaker and pass a message on from his deceased friend.
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