The lone bugle sings a sorrow melody, it's hollow voice carrying over the silent soldiers standing in perfectly straight lines. Four soldiers walk forward in a quick, clean march, bearing the combined weight of a large black coffin on their shoulders.
The newly appointed General Tuba stands stoically near the front of the parliament's Brass Bells.
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Ghostly's rambles and/or daily journal entries. Now featuring poorly written universe details, story-lines, and character designs.
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