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Yet another minute ticks past on the clock. My eyes never leave the pile I had composed of objects sitting on my bedroom floor. I spot a collection of handwritten letters, and the writing is so small I can barely read it. We used to laugh about that. There are cards, gifts. A picture frame. The ring of dust it left in its wake still sits proudly on my bedside table. A hoodie, three sizes too big for me. It’s obviously not mine. A matching necklace set; the other one is in the hands of someone else. I can’t bring myself to empty the co...
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The cries of people meeting their deaths are everywhere. Seth hears it no matter which way he turns. Smoke is thick in the air, the rubble of old buildings and bullet shells littering the ground. It’s pure and utter chaos, screaming and fighting and shooting and death. The city of Perlshaw has turned into a bloodbath. It wasn’t always like this. The city didn’t use to be a symbol of tears and tombstones, but now, that’s exactly what it is. A graveyard. Seth trips over his black, chunky combat boots. Sure, sometimes they make hi...
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