"Ah, a guest, it's been a while, welcome to my humble aisle.
Atonement here is what one seeks, it could take days or even weeks.
But worry not, you're still quite young, and thus your tale is far from sung. Although, like many, you appear, and I have made the reason clear;
So speak your mind, you're not alone, you cannot leave til you atone.
Do have a seat right there my dear, I guarantee you needn't fear, I simply sit and lend an ear and when you're through, you'll disappear."
"I will?" She asked with some surprise, a fact that filled her leaf green eyes. "I'll keep my silence then instead, I have no wish to join the dead."
The man behind the desk then sighed. "That is a fact I would not hide. You'll be sent home within your bed, a block of wood and wool and thread. To which you'll wake and feel refreshed, the burdens of your mind addressed. You may come back, you never know. So please, can we begin the show?"
((still in-progress))
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