The Black Chapel
XI
There is a certain corner near the cemetery
that I must visit. I force myself to come to this gate, simply as
a reminder. A reminder that salvation burns as much as the hatred
in my soul.
Here, as I pause on a desolate
and lonely corner in the heart of the Dark Alleys, I can feel the closest
thing to emotion that perhaps I ever will again. I pick up a small
handful of dust and debris that always lies here and stare at it fixedly
– it has become something of a ritual. A slight drop of pity, and
even sadness, wells slowly within me as I stand here, watching the stars
fade one by one with the coming of the dawn. Then I let the dust
drift back to the ground. It shines ever so slightly in the first
piercing rays of dawn and then disappears.
The truth does burn: the
light does not accept us, Nicholas; there is only the blackness that mirrors
the void within our tormented souls.
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