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the bear watched the preacher for traces of hurt, that sharp words had cut past the armour of cozy religion.

the bear followed the preacher, shoulder to shoulder, and glanced at how both their dark coats had a brighter sheen to them.

perhaps it was a sign?

but no.

there can we no signs within a corpse-universe.

only the flow of certainty.

and the bear wished to know what fate was for the preacher.