I. The Fall

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My eyes open slowly. I wince at the ringing in my ears. My head feels horrible. There's no wind, none of the trees are moving, that is except for one. The tree directly above me. The branches are, one by one, lower and lower, swaying slowly directly above me.

The dead leaves cruch beside me. I struggle to sit up. Excruciating pain pulsates up my left arm. I hear steps next to me but I see no one.

This is just the beginning of my story, this is when the blackouts started to happen.

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