Prologue - Alice

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Alice shot up, threadbare sheets flying off her bed, “Another nightmare,” she thought.

It was always the same one; glass shattering, skyscrapers crumbling, and the shouting. God, the shouting. If you could call it that of course. The wails of the damned. Ear piercing cries, shrieks,

Then silence, as they were crushed under debris.


Next part will be longer I promise
-Nyxx

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