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Prologue

Prologue

The world keeps spinning. It takes more than a birth or a death to change that. It takes more than money, or more than love.

When you leave, the world does not stop spinning. It continues without you. The central force of the earth is not any one person. It is not any compelling romance. It is not a saviour who shows the way.

When you leave, you are simply not there anymore. When you leave, nobody bats an eyelid.