Prologue

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In the midst of a summer night

A broken spirit, blind and numb

Stumbling and swaying, following none and going nowhere

Nothing left but the desolate residue of evaporated hope

The Stars beg him to turn back

The Wind gusts in his face, desperately, futilely

Fate whispers in agony, knowing there is more to come

But this broken spirit has no inspiration but to end his endless torment

Climbing high, teasing the despairing Stars

The broken spirit gazes down, knowing what he has to do

But in the fabrics of the universe, Fate has one more move

Calling Destiny…

“WAIT!” shrieks an unknown voice.

He whips around, startled, beginning to stumble… 

Succumbing to gravity…

Falling…

Until desperate hands catch him, pulling him back to safety, at least, as safe as the rooftop of a 13-story building can be, and wrapping him in an even more desperate embrace.

Somewhere in the midst of his numb apathy, a kindling flame of… hope ignites.

It all comes rushing back.

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