Prolog

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    Everything glowed in a slightly reddish tint as I made my way down the corridor. My breathing was short and fast, sawing in and out of my lungs, as I ran. The end of the hallway loomed in front of me. I stopped in front of the exit. That door would either be my salvation or my death. I hesitated, unsure if it was worth the risk. Then I heard them. I turned and saw the gray fog that I had been running from. Only it wasn't fog. It was alive and it was deadly. I knew then that I had to risk it. I ran to the door and pushed. A searing white light blinded me as I crashed through. And that's all I remember.

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