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Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 7)

“But… that’s…”

“What? Impossible? Not as much as you’d think.”

“So… is any of it right?”

“Any of what?”

“You know, the… whole ‘religion’ thing.”

“Not really. To be honest, there was one true religion in the beginning, but it is now lost to the sands of time.”

“So… What happens when you die?”

“What happens when you live?”

Bernard didn’t know how to answer this, so he supposed he was intended to shrug the whole matter off.

“There’s one thing I have left to ask.”

“Shoot, Tex.”

“Why did you take her?”

“Bernard, Bernard… It’s not my business to take. It is only my business to give. Humans do all the taking themselves. You all deprived the planet of its natural resources. So I left you all to learn a lesson before I gave it back.”

“Will I ever see her again?”

“If you believe you will.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re not so different, you and I.”

“…What?”

“I have to go. Goodbye, son.”

“Son? But does that mean-”

“It means whatever you want.”

“Goodbye, God.”

“Goodbye.”

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