As he walked, there was a chill in the air that seemed to hover.
That omnipresent gloom
that consumes
reeking of contradiction,
as it bides its time
to marvel at the resiliency
of the maligned.
And with that.
He looked up, startled, as the church bell chimed; scattering his thoughts, like the autumn leaves.
He stood there, frozen in place, staring at the cross out in distance, as the chill in the air released him from its grasp.
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