Father Thomas, ‘The Priest’, said the last few words of the service as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The breeze blew gracefully through the trees. The finality of death and a display of the fragility of life. Buried and then displayed for all to see. A display that would last longer than the…

Hell. The darkness engulfed him. He knew how his tale would unfold like a TV rerun or a record skipping backwards. He had been here before, and he would be here again. His Hell was eternal, his torment timeless. The man looked around at his torment. He was young, barely a man, but more than…