The body left bereft of all but the bare minimum of a recognizeable human form. It hung alone and silent. The spirit long fled from the plane that had brought it such unjust suffering.
As with any unknown soldier, there lay a duty that someone preserve who he had been, a pall of remembrance with the cool touch of a shroud. Not a piece in someone's game, a sacrifice to narcissism run mad, but a soul in full dimension.
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The body left bereft of all but the bare minimum of a recognizeable human form. It hung alone and silent. The spirit long fled from the plane that had brought it such unjust suffering.
As with any unknown soldier, there lay a duty that someone preserve who he had been, a pall of remembrance with the cool touch of a shroud. Not a piece in someone's game, a sacrifice to narcissism run mad, but a soul in full dimension.
In the heart of the graveyard, someone mourned.