Prologue

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She walks briskly through street puddles. She walks with her hoodie up, covering her head. She walks with her fists jammed into her pockets. She walks with a proud posture that says, "Don't even try me." She walks through the rain that covers the city in a haze. She walks with her eyes peeled for the first threat. She walks with meaning.

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