Prolouge

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The water rushes over my head and pushes me under, denying me of air. It tosses me around like a rag-doll, smashing me into rocks and logs. As I try to claw my way to the surface for a breath, fighting to stay conscious, I think: It's worth it. He's safe, and that's all I need to know. As the world grows black, I see his face one more time. I swear I can hear his voice. But before I can listen to the words, I go limp, and the water carries me away.

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