Let there be a Feast!
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The thick, nauseating odor of rotting flesh is what prompts me to open my eyes and when I do, I wish that I hadn't. My brother, Sirius's, misshapen body hangs upside down just above the centerpiece of the table. He looks like a wax figure that an artist has painted. A masterpiece. He looks like a fallen angel, his hope, innocence, light, all gone, stolen.