Illusion
I whisper slowly.
He pulls out it from his pants pocket and drops it on my open palm.
Oh, here it is.
The golden colored bullet is carved by my name, 'Cedron'. Suddenly, yes God, suddenly I don't feel anger boiling in my inside anymore. I feel a hole, an infinite, vast hole, emerging in my mind like wind, taking all of my sensations away, shattering them, breaking them, annihilating them. A voice strongly whispers a psalm in my head,
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