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5 of 5 These aged walls no longer hold me...

At last I am free but I must wait just a little while longer. These aged walls no longer hold me and yet I cannot shake off these earthly shackles until my soul is absolved.

They don't know my name, no-one ever did, Uncle made sure of that, but now my bones are laid to rest in the grounds of the old house and my soul is free.

As I look down on the handful of witnesses, nine words are all I need as the blessed water splashes on my casket.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.

 

 

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