Entry # 7: Johann Rests

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by Wormtail

He had been searching for so long. At last.

The search is over.

He silently stood by the gravestone, reading the big block letters engraved on it.

Johann Brown. 1995-2013. Our beloved son.

He stared at it for a minute when an old man, probably the caretaker of the cemetery, arrived.

“What’ye doing, son? Grieving?”

“No,” he spoke softly. “Not exactly.”

The old man stared at him, suspicious of the boy.

“What is your name, lad?” said the caretaker. “What are you doing here?”

“My name is Johann.” The boy answered with a peaceful smile.

“I came here to rest.”

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