The Soul Collector

EPILOGUE

I smile and my soul is satisfied with the events of the world.

The evil afflicting my heart, altogether against all I believed, has vanished.

No longer am I a sorrowful soul meant to traverse the haunted roads of my beloved St. Lorraine.

As I had foreseen, there was an angel of the light destined to salvage the wretched soul of the daemon, granting the youngest of our dear Queen Anjelie redemption.

As all tales of yore should begin, thus this tale did commence,

As all fairy tales should end, this shall, as well.

Happy.

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