50 Word Story: Schism

I hear the demons calling to my soul as I sleep. Promises of fortune and happiness do they keep. Riding the waves of transcendence I become entranced. In a dark and lifeless ethereal dance. Enticing murmurs in the nefarious rhythm. My heart and soul, once one, divide in the schism.

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