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*This story contains themes of suicide, blood, gore, and death. Be warned. “This is all my fault”. She whispered. People expect that the world would shriek as it ended, a final war cry if you will. A way to know when the end is coming. Instead, it was silent. The kind of silence of pure nothingness. When even echoes die.Leather boots treaded black earth. Little clots of ash floated off the black ground like snow falling up. She held out her hand and watched the ash coat the underside of her palm. Wind blew her hair back from her face. It was...
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