I watched him pick at the bones of the dead devouring it with haste and pride. He was happy with his work, proud of the pain he caused the living before they had perished. I sobbed at the thought of knowing him at some point in my life. As my body lifted off the arid soil and hovered through the thick air. Looking on at a life that was once mine. My heart no longer beats, but I knew my soul would finally rest as the judge read the final verdict, “Father found guilty and would serve life in prison.”
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