Prologue

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 It was once that the grasp of the rope slipped from his hand that the strange, sudden thought hit the thick head of his as the air of darkness below consumed him.

 “Today, of all the time I thought this world would never end, I am going to die. Alone at that.”

 The swift fall over took his too late emotions. The rope flew rapidly above his head. It got farther away every second. The last thing he would remember seeing is that swinging rope being covered by the shadows. The late night sky was empty. He was thinking of what his last thought would be. All he could think about was how he floated in the sea of air. The drowning would soon hit him like the ground beneath. He felt it coming before it happened. The time slowed down so every second was forever. Then, he touched the ground and everything went black.

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