The Last Prayer of a North Korean Defector with Cancer

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I was walking down the street in front of an old, red-brick chapel when a large Cadillac quietly approached. It was barely audible. It was a funeral car. But something was strange. There was no one in sight. There was no sadness or despair. There was no trace of pain. Instead, there was peace, a certain majesty. At that moment, I woke from my dream.