Prologue

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As I walk the street of this broken down city I find something I shouldn't have. A note, a message, a prophecy. With the writers name and the date of the composition ripped off I have no idea who's this could be. Without any more knowledge I stuff the note in my backpack and finish walking to school. Today should be a normal day, but I can't help realizing that I have this feeling. The same feeling I got before the car accident that killed my brother. Something isn't right, and I don't think it will go away.

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