Prologue

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I ran as fast as I could, just barely escaping the hideous creature behind me. But it was dark, I couldn't see where I was going. I tripped, flying through the air and landing on the hard ground. Pain shot through me. I had just barely enough strength to roll over. The creature bares down on me, its flesh hanging off the skeleton in rags. Blood dripped down its mouth. Its foul breath filled my nose. My lost thought before everything went dark was, 'Sophie."

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