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Ceallach's Slice of Heaven
Fluttering wings banished the silence, and Ceallach swore his wounded heart thumped at the sound.
Hypnotic, flute-like music soon replaced the fluttering. Magickal notes danced on the air, calling Ceallach forward. The gray sky grew cerulean as he drifted above the soil.
The angel's song of the dead guided Ceallach back to his village where he was given a glimpse of his wife and infant son, and shown how his people were recovering from their recent invasion.
The music faded, and the fallen warrior's ghost retreated to its fresh grave.
This was far from the ideal of Heaven he'd envisioned when alive, but Ceallach clung to what was offered.
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