Prologue

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Your presence still seeps through the air. It's in our lungs, on our skin. We will never truly be free of you. You own this town and everything in it. We are suffocating in your deafening absence, always.

You never quite left, did you? You live here, still. In our hearts, in our minds, in our dreams, in our nightmares... you're always there.

R.I.P. Gwen Walker. Gone but never forgotten.

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