aprilmolano: The earth above the grave trembled, shook slightly. A myriad of small pebbles danced with the vibration of the soil beneath.First the wind cried. Wailing and tossing about the old elm trees branches, Sending leaves flying.The pressure built

aprilmolano: The earth above the grave trembled, shook slightly. A myriad of small pebbles danced with the vibration of the soil beneath.First the wind cried. Wailing and tossing about the old elm trees branches, Sending leaves flying.The pressure built

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