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The Echo of the Lost

"The roaring thunder echoes in the distance..."

By Nick MayPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

The roaring thunder echoes in the distance as fire rains from the heavens. Screams of the damned grow ever louder with the passing days. Demons cloaked in fire and poison charge with a hellish scream. Boys who threw themselves willing into the deepest fathoms of hell seeking their right of passage disappear into the ages. We ready ourselves to fight, to die. We climb over the wall which kept us safe. When the trumpet blew many feared what's to come in that scorched earth of our own creation. Running forward with our spears held high, falling before me are the boys who are lost to time and soon it shall be me.

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