Finding Ourselves

The Black Star shines on Joe as he stares at it , wanting his eyes to be burnt from the rays, but he cannot feel the pain nor have the time to experiment with it. He has work to do and time he cannot spare. On top of his desk was case files, thousands of them. Souls that needed searching for and sins that had to be taken care of. He reads them all. Most of them landed in the Grey , others fell into the Dark. A knock on the door interrupts Joe's readings.
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