Gates of Hell

When I finally saw him, he looked back at me with emotionless, uncaring eyes. He sat perched in a charred tree, within eyesight of the Gates.

I couldn't get him to come back with me. He didn't return my touch.

What life is there left to live if this is the only way?

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