Dear Forgotten god,

I have no-one else to write so I choose thee. I write because I am lonely in my graft. I am a Gallows Stopper, my job is to save those who wish to take their lives by hanging. They do it in a horrid place of many cells… We are prisoners.

After years of stone and chains, along with a training given by pain…. I work.

I can read their eyes and almost hear their thoughts.

How I save them is, I speak, I relate to them in a language only learned from within these cages. It is very old, these words I use. Also, these eyes of mine must cease the screaming of their souls, the weeping of their hearts, and hardest of all; unlock the vice that is pressing, pressing deep inside their dispairing brain.

Yes, I am a Gallows Stopper, A man of little reward. A man who truly knows no orbit of love. No sweet smell of a normal day, or the warmth of a feminine night.

Just a simple Gallows Stopper, here in the “gray gray row”.

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