"Who is the #foister now?" asked Daerek as he looked up to the Seraph. "The statue, which is a mere echo from a hazy past, or the living voice, which protects and guides the present with an alternative tale?" With a smug he left.
The statue stood still and looked down with a compassionate, motherly look; a protective hand, palm down, reached towards the earth. In the distance, the seagulls mewed frantically. Fate would be coming.
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