Prolog

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It was a peaceful, quiet morning, but it was almost to quiet. My husband and I quietly walked up the treacherous mountain. Over rocks and crevasse. Once we finally reached the summit we dropped it in.
A breathtakingly beautiful black rose. Blacker than the dark side of the moon.
It drifted down deep into the mountain, and as soon as it touched down at the bottom the ground shakes beneath our feet. My husband and I scrambled to get down the mountain but we slipped. We fell. Then everything went dark.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 11, 2015 ⏰

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