Chapter -1 | Errol

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"Errol! Dinners on the table when your done feeding the goats."

Yes, that was my life. Goat feeding. I used to be a stockbroker at Wall Street, and now I feed the goats, hoping to earn a measly amount of money, just to buy something for myself.

Snap.

What?

Crack.

I drop the goat feed and walk over to the gate.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Creak.

"Hallo?"

Something shimmered in midair.

"Someone there?"

A dark shape retracted.

"Who's there?"

BANG! 

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