Prologue

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Prologue

There was the sound of wheels on gravel, the stones rolling lazily across the dusty fields. The students talked. Everyone always talked.

She was always there, in the background, no one noticed. Her thin hair strewn wildly across her face, her eyes set intently on a novel. She didn't talk. She stared, she sat, she wondered. It was easy to overlook, she'd tell herself. It was an easy mistake to avoid.

A sudden movement. A sudden jerk forward. The world turned upside down. Trees were spears through soft flesh. Crimson coloured the vision.

It was the flash, the warm feeling that brought them towards the darkness.

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