Prologue

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Step after step. Where am I off to? Nowhere. Am I lost? Nope. My feet dragged from beneath me, hearing the crunching of the fall leaves on the forest floor. The only thing I had to comfort me were my thoughts. Breathing heavily, wiping the dripping sweat off my face. Was this new? No. Was I used to it? No, but this is me now, and I have to get used to it, and soon.

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