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Book II

Pitter patter against the rain as the blood fell hard from
the wound. Red and white formed arounf the branch fallen
from the bent oak tree sd lighting sounded from the sky.
Blue lights surrounded around the soul as it rose up from
the body iinto heaven, folowed by angelic life forms into
the haevenly abyss. The carcass became cold and sank furthr
into the soil more from tiresome ness than anything morbid.