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So yeah, i adopted a style of writing. To give a near perfect rendition of the events during the resurrection. Here it is
I had just returned from the black market where I bought some rum from a local tavern. I witnessed the auctioning of a beautiful apparel. It was auctioned at 300 denari. I thought to myself, I could have had that to myself if i didn't have so much to buy.
I got to my station. My superior sent for me. He said I was part of the nine chosen to guard the tomb of some man who died earlier that day. I got to my new station. We were on a three guard shift. The tomb belonged to a rich man in town.. I wondered why we were guarding it. Well, i shrugged the thought off. These people and their laws.
I saw them carrying a body wrapped in white, I couldn't make much of the figure, all i could tell was the corpse was beautifully scented. The face was bare. I could see the wounds on his head. Someone told me he was the owner of the dress that was auctioned the previous day.
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