Introduction of THG story

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The wind blows hard against the frail walls. Rain lightly drips from the roof.

I stay in my bed. My heart is to heavy to even move. I gag over the fact that my best friend was killed. Murdered. The feeling doesn't even feel real. I was oblivious, oblivious that Glimmer was really dead.

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