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Day Two Hundred Forty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We found the camp of the East Enders split into two factions. None of them bearing the mark. But completely divorced from one another.

While Elijah met with them to straighten things out, I went into the city.

The West End is nothing but a hole in the ground, with the deepest pit in the locale of the First district.

A fire burns there in the depths.

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Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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