Prologue

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There he sat, still as a statue, as if he hadn't moved in years. He sat staring down at the blank parchment on his lap. His skin, pale, rough yet smooth. He seemed frantic yet calm as if waiting for something. He was a strange being unique and different. Mr. Linden was never one for people and much less for children. Until one fateful day when he came across the perfect victims for a life and death journey.

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