P R O L O G U E

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I glanced around the place, every thing I look at, turns... odd. I see out of the corner of my eye, a... braclet? I shift most of my weight onto my side, feeling my arms being pulled like invisible chains, holding me in place. I direct my attention away from the pain, struggling to reach it, Once I get a hold of it, a flash of light shines before pure darkness.

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