The unlucky thirteen, and rightfully called so. The chosen poor souls whom have come to carry the deed we all must give unto from the day we are born. Unable to pass on, not able to find any peace, they are no longer even remnants of what they were before their own life passed before them. Talah knows this well and Talah has been here so long now they cannot remember their own face. Cannot remember what it truly means to feel anything anymore.
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