Prologue

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A Touch Away

Cold. Dirty. Lifeless. He walked hands behind his back, head facing ground, tears about to roll down his pale cheeks. Snickering heard from every corner of the hallway as he was lead to his cell. Eyes glared at him as he took a seat on the rock of a bed then collapsed. The moonlight shone through the small gap in the building as he sat up, looking around as if he didn't know where he was to meet with a pair of almost golden brown eyes. He waited for the person in the next cell to say something, but nothing was said. He looked young but not fifteen either. The figure turned away from him and lay back down as they hadn't been staring at each other for a solid five minutes. His eyes became heavy and lay down as well, thinking what was the figure's story? Why was he there and why did he look so sad.

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