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The Sound of Empty Hallelujah

A short story about a boy and the higher dimensions

I saw a boy from outside of the church building. He looked up at the sky and counted the stars — as many as he could. Then from the tips of his fingers, up in the air, he drew the constellations he only knew.

The boy seems to have been mumbling random words I cannot understand. He and the stars are…